Hafiz is the most beloved poet of Persia. He lived around the same time as Chaucer and hundred or so years after Rumi. He became known in the West through the efforts of Goethe and Ralph Waldo Emerson, who translated Hafiz in the 19th Century.
A beautiful morning read.
WHEN THE VIOLIN When The violin Can forgive the past It starts singing. When the violin can stop worrying About the future You will become Such a drunk laughing nuisance That God Will then lean down And start combing you into His Hair. When the violin can forgive Every wound caused by Others The heart starts Singing. A STRANGE FEATHER All The craziness, All the empty plots, All the ghosts and fears, All the grudges and sorrows have Now Passed. I must have inhaled A Strange Feather That finally Fell Out. I AM REALLY JUST A TAMBOURINE Good Poetry Makes the universe admit a Secret: “I am Really just a tambourine, Grab hold, Play me Against your warm Thigh.”
Girlwithoutawatch 
Couldn’t agree more with the philosophy embodied in The Violin! Lovely start to the day! Thank you! xxKylie
Thanks Niki, such beautiful poems! xx