Looking For Good Fish
Why complain about life
If you are looking for good fish
And have followed some idiot
Into the middle of the copper market?
Why go crazy
If you are looking for fine silk
And you keep rubbing your hands against
Burlap and hemp sacks?
If your heart needs to touch a face
That is filled with abundance
Then why didn't you come to this
Old Man sooner?
For my cheek is the universe's cloister
And if you can make your prayers sweet enough
Then Hafiz will lean over and offer you
All the warmth in my body
In case God is busy
Doing something else
Why complain if you are looking
To quence your spirit's longing
And have followed a rat into a desert.
If your soul really needs to touch a face
That is always filled with compassion
Why my dear
Did yo not come to your friend Hafiz