And Hafiz came to me,-
in the dawn or in the middle of a night,
I do not remember,
But the wisp of reality was totally gone:
I was, rising from my own dreamworld
A tiger with all seeing eye
to tear apart Nature and the poet said,
Never mind the broken shards of worlds
At your feet, of the worlds sweetest pathways
have struck the bitter root of regrets;
Never bother picking them up-
Go back to sleep, sleep of the dawn
Always keep the tryst with night.
benny