"For years my heart inquired of me‚" By Hafez
"For years my heart inquired of me‚" By Hafez Translated by Dick Davis For years my heart inquired of me Where Jamshid's sacred cup might be, And what was in its own possession It asked from strangers, constantly; Begging the pearl that's slipped its shell From lost souls wandering by the sea. Last night I took my troubles to The Magian sage whose keen eyes see A hundred answers in the wine Whose cup he, laughing, showed to me. I questioned him, "When was this cup That shows the world's reality... Sign in to see full entry.