Breath of the Morning Breeze
Reflections on Life's Fragility and Transience
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Morning breeze its fragrance will exhale
The old world will once again youthfully sail
Tulip will bring a red cup to the meadows
Narcissus’ eyes from poppy will grow pale
When would nightingale put up with such abuse
In the chamber of the rose cry and wail
I traded the temple for the tavern, fault me not
Prayer is long and stale, time is frail
Leave not joy of the now till the morrow
Who can vouch that the morrow, the now shall trail
Month of Sha’aban put not down the jug of wine
Till the end of Ramadan you’ll miss this Holy Grail
Hold dear all the flowers and commune
Came to be and will whither with a breeze or a gale
This feast is for friends, O minstrel, play and sing
Sing again it came thus and went thus, to what avail
Hafiz for your sake entered this tale
Walk with him say farewell, he’ll tear the veil
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