There are so many gifts still unopened from your birthday.
There are so many hand-crafted presents that have been
sent to you by God.
The Beloved doesn't mind repeating,
"Everything I have is yours."
Please forgive Hafiz and the Friend
If we break into a sweet laughter
When your heart complains of being thirsty
When ages ago
Every cell in your soul capsized forever
Into this Infinite golden sea.
Indeed,
A lover's pain is like holding one's breath too long
in the middle of a vital performance.
Indeed,
A Lover's pain is this sleeping, this sleeping,
When God just rolled over and gave you
Such a big good-morning kiss!
There are so many gifts, my dear, still unopened from your birthday.
There are so many hand-crafted presents that have been
sent to your life by God.
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