my cherished sonnet

The green fields of fate were fully grown

While the new moon’s sickle hung in the west.

I remembered the crops I had sown

It was now time for my harvest.

I said O fate, when will you awake?

The sun is up, it is now dawn-break.

Said, you have made many a mistake,

Yet keep hope and faith within your breast.

If like the Christ, this world you depart

With integrity and with a pure heart,

Your brightness will give a new start

To the sun, even shinning at its crest.

Don’t seek your guidance in the skies

It is deceitful, though it seems wise.

It helped many kings majestically rise

Then brought them down at its own behest.

Though many jewels and rings of gold,

Necks and ears of many elegantly hold;

All the good times will one day fold.

With a clear mind listen, and a beating chest.

Don’t sell the harvest that you reap

In the market of love, for so cheap;

For the moon, a nickel you keep,

And for the stars a dime at best.

From evil eyes may you be freed;

Fate rode the sun and moon’s steed.

Hypocrites ruin their own creed and nest

Hafiz leaves without his dervish’s vest.

"Hafiz"