The most thing that I love
On earth is that:
                            delightful,
                            graceful,
                            wonderful,
                            beautiful,
soul.

Those that are lovely most of the time.
Yet you may hate them from time to time.
When you are confused about their mysteries.

They are gentle, tolerant, forgiving
Emotive, half part of human beings.

Those I love most,
On earth are women.

Mothers, sisters, and spouses
That men could not live without.

I texted you
Because I needed you.

But you ignored!

The message I sent
Got the seen tick.

Yet you didn't respond!

I saw you active
With that green circle
Below your name.

You are texting someone else!
You don't care I'm here waiting!

I called you
Because I couldn't wait anymore.

You rejected the call!

Why she is doing this to me?
Does she is upset with me?

Let's think maybe I mistakenly did something.

I was at the point of no hope
When finally you returned the call

You said you were sorry
That you couldn't respond.

Some kids were playing on your phone!

She didn't do anything wrong
Her love for him was so strong
They used to listen to folk song
Many happy memories for a long
She thought this she could prolong
That they can be happy for a lifelong

She was wrong!

Once in a sudden, she caught him cheating
With who, do you think he was meeting?
She found out this when he was twitting
Her best friend for a long he was meeting
Not only for once but always repeating
She hadn't done anything to deserve cheating

Except being trusting!

Love is sometimes
                                 a chemical phenomenon.

Our addiction to some smells and tastes.

Love is sometimes
                                of biological nature.

Some hormones in the blood push us together.

Love is sometimes
                                with social aspects.

We fill our solitude by being together.

Love is sometimes
                                something spiritual.

We find in each other, our soul mate.

Love is many things
For every human being
But in our perfect love
We have all combined.

We are all imperfect
As human beings

Perfectionism is fine
In an abstract way

But in the real world
With all limitations

Good enough is okay
Let your work go

Don't be so worried
About its perfection

If that Shirazi Turk would succeed in winning my heart
I'll give up Samarkand and Bukhara, solely for her Indian mole

Serve remained wine, Saki, cause you can't find in the paradise
Such a place as Ruknabad stream and Musall's gardens

Oh! these gypsies who are sweet and set the city to chaos
They drained heart from patience, as Turks take the pillages

My sweetheart's beauty doesn't need my imperfect love
How a beautiful face is in need of paint and powder and mole?

Talk about minstrels and wine, don't seek universe's secret
That is that, no one solved and will solve this enigma by logic

I knew beforehand from ever-improving charm that Joseph possessed
That love finally would bring Zulaikha out of her innocence

You talked to me badly, God forgive you, you said it well
Bitter answer is proper for that red-colored sugar-sweet lips

My soul, listen to advice, for blissful youths like more
That wise old's advises more than their own sweet lives

Hafez! you told Ghazals and pierced pearls, come sing fine
For your harmony in your poetry, Heaven weds Soraya!

I suffered pain from love, don't ask how!
I've tasted bane from parting, don't ask how!

I wandered around the world, and at the end
I've chosen such a beloved, don't ask how!

I missed being on her front door so, as such
My tear is streaming from eyes, don't ask how!

You bite your lips to signal me, don't speak
I've bitten that rosy lips of her, don't ask how!

I myself with my own ears from her mouth
Heard such a strange tale, don't ask how!

Like Hafez who is a stranger on the way of love
I have reached to such a rank, don't ask how!