“The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this... and the Ocean does that.”

“First the fish needs to say: Somethin' ain't right about this CAMEL ride...and I'm feeling so damned THIRSTY.”

“And the sun and the moon sometimes argue over who will tuck me in at night. If you think I am having more fun than anyone on this planet, you are absolutely correct.”

“Even After All this timeThe Sun never says to the Earth,"You owe me."LookWhat happensWith a love like that,It lights the whole sky.”

“And still, after all this time,The sun never says to the earth,"You owe Me."Look what happens withA love like that,It lights the Whole Sky.”

“There is a Beautiful CreatureLiving in a hole you have dug.So at nightI set fruit and grainsAnd little pots of wine and milkBesides your soft earthen mounds,And I often sing.But still, my dear,You do not come out.I have fallen in love with SomeoneWho hides inside you.We should talk about this problem--Otherwise,I will never leave you alone.”

“You see my state, and still increase my painI see your face, the need for union regain.For my welfare, you have no care, I complainWhy do you heal me not from the sickness I disdain?You bring me down and leave me on the earthly plane;Return me to my home, by your side let me remain.Only when I’m dust, your mercy can entertain;Your flowing spirit stirs up dust of the slain.Heartbroken of your love, from breathing I abstainMy life you destroy, yet my breathing you sustain.In the dark night of the soul, I was growing insane,Drinking from the cups that your features contain.Suddenly in my arms, you appeared, clear, plain;With my lips on your lips, my life and soul gain and drain.Be joyful with Hafiz, with love enemies detain,With such potent love, impotent foes self-restrain.مرا می‌بینی و هر دم زیادت می‌کـنی دردم تو را می‌بینـم و میلـم زیادت می‌شود هر دم بـه سامانم نمی‌پرسی نمی‌دانم چه سر داری بـه درمانـم نـمی‌کوشی نمی‌دانی مگر دردم نه راه است این که بگذاری مرا بر خاک و بگریزی گذاری آر و بازم پرس تا خاک رهـت گردم ندارم دستت از دامن بجز در خاک و آن دم هـم کـه بر خاکـم روان گردی به گرد دامنـت گردم فرورفـت از غم عشقت دمم دم می‌دهی تا کی دمار از مـن برآوردی نـمی‌گویی برآوردم شـبی دل را به تاریکی ز زلفت باز می‌جستـم رخـت می‌دیدم و جامی هـلالی باز می‌خوردم کـشیدم در برت ناگاه و شد در تاب گیسویت نـهادم بر لـبـت لـب را و جان و دل فدا کردم تو خوش می‌باش با حافظ برو گو خصم جان می‌ده چو گرمی از تو می‌بینم چه باک از خصم دم سردم”