POETRY

When my beloved takes a goblet,
Even the clerics want to rob it.

Crying, I'm at the feet of her.
She only asks, "What shoes should I wear?"

With a fish's mind I dreamnt of the sea
So my love might try catching me.

He who saw her stated:
"Oh sheriff! 'Nab the inebriated."

Happy in heart the man who, like Hafez,
Drinks the wine of Genesis' days.

(co-translated with Dr. Behnami)