Beautiful wine bearer

O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.
With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips.
In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast
Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips.
With wine color your robe, one of the old Magi’s best tips
Trust in this traveler’s tips, who knows of many paths and trips.
The dark midnight, fearful waves, and the tempestuous whirlpool
How can he know of our state, while ports house his unladen ships.
I followed my own path of love, and now I am in bad repute
How can a secret remain veiled, if from every tongue it drips?
If His presence you seek, Hafiz, then why yourself eclipse?
Stick to the One you know, let go of imaginary trips.

Hafiz

The Story of Love by Kabir

      The story of Love can never be told.

      It is the sherbet of the dumb man

      Who eats it and smiles silently.

      Without any earth and without any seed,

      The tree of Divine Love just grows and grows,

      Heavy with a million radiant fruits

      My Lover picks for me to taste.

      The story of Love can never be told.

      When I calmed my mind

      And entered my heart,

      The Love of the Lord

      Leapt like a flame within me.

      All my old ideas and beliefs

      Just blew away like chaff in the wind.

It wasn’t because of anything I am;

      It wasn’t because of anything I did;

      But only because of His miraculous grace

      That I learned at long last the lesson of Love.

      My coming and going have ended;

      My mind has melted in the Mind.

      Don’t ask me to speak any more—

      The story of Love can never be told.

                                          ---Kabir