Look how a mirror
will reflect with perfect equanimity
There is no act in this world
that will ever cause the mirror to look away.
There is no act in this world that will
ever make the mirror
The mirror, like perfect love, will just keep
of itself to all
How did the mirror ever get like that, so polite,
so grand, so compassionate?
It watched God.
Yes, the mirror remembers the Beloved
looking into itself as the Beloved shaped
and the mirror’s soul.
My eye has the nature of God.
Hafiz looks upon all with perfect equanimity,
as do my words,
My poems will never tell you no,
because the Mirror is
and if God ever hits you with a don’t –
He has His fingers crossed,
He is just fibbing
for your own