Taking a Riddle into the Tavern
For many years my heart wanted
something for me,
not knowing that it was itself
what it wanted:
the desire for Jamshid's cup,
wherein all existence can be seen,
except for that chalice itself, that is.
There was a man beloved of God
who cried out to God, "Why
have you forsaken me?"
I took the riddle of this into a tavern
and asked the one who served.
He said, "Some secrets must be kept,
not told to the world at large.
The rosebud and the soul write mysteries
on their margins fold within fold.
Stay closed and wait."
"Your wine glass is the all-revealing cup!"
"Given before the creation."
"And what of that woman there
that I cannot forget?"
"Hafez," said the tavernmaster, "this love
within you that speaks needs