The Man Who Accepts Blames – by Hafez
I’m well known through the whole city
For being a wild-haired lover; and I’m that man who has
Never darkened his vision by seeing evil.
Through my enthusiasm for wine, I have thrown the book
Of my good name into the water; but doing that ensures that
The handwriting in my book of grandiosity will be blurred.
Let’s be faithful to what we love; let’s accept blame
And keep our spirits high, because on our road, being
Hurt by the words of others is a form of infidelity.
I said to the master of the tavern:” Tell me, which is
The road of salvation?” He lifted his wine and said,
”Not talking about the faults of other people.”
Learn to love the beautiful faces by noticing
The light down on the face of the Friend; nothing is sweeter
Than taking a stroll around the face that has beauty.
What is our purpose in admiring the garden
Of this world? The answer is: Let the man inside
Your eye reach out and take roses from Your face
Let’s veer toward the tavern, and turn our horses
Away from the formal church. It’s incumbent not to listen
To the sermons of the man who never acts on his own words.
I have great confidence in the mercy biding in the tips
Of your curly ringlets! If there were no evidence of grace
On the other hand, what would be the point of all our effort?
Don’t kiss anything except the sweetheart’s lip
And the cup of wine, Hefez; friends, it’s a grave mistake
To kiss the hand held out to you by a puritan.