Poem #378

We speak no ill, we seek no wrong, we harm no other's name

we blacken no one's robe, nor cloak ourselves in holy fame.

To count the faults of rich or poor is but a sorry trade

'tis best to leave the bad work undone, and let judgments fade.

We write no lies on Wisdom's page, to cheat the searching mind

nor mix the Truth with magic tricks, the simple soul to blind.

If the King drinks not the dervish wine with reverence and grace

we'll turn our eyes from his pure cup, and look another place.

We ride the world with easy rein, as passing pilgrims go

nor fret for Arab steeds or gold, nor pomp and empty show.

The cruel sky will wreck the ship of those who deal in art

'tis best to trust no floating plank, but keep a detached heart.

If envy speaks its bitter word, and friends in anger turn

say: 'Be at peace! We give no heed to fools who cannot learn.'

Hafez! If foes speak error's tongue, we pass it idly by

and if they speak the holy Truth, we make them no reply.