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 does not mind repeating,
“Everything I have is also 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
Into this Infinite golden sea.
A lover’s pain is like holding one’s breath
In the middle of a vital performance,
In the middle of one of Creation’s favorite
Indeed a lover’s pain is 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.”
-Hafiz, “The Gift, Poems by Hafiz”, translated by Daniel Ladinsky