Vanishing Lines
Mahsa Vahdat, Hafez
A life ring is my longing for you,
drowning, as I am, in wine
Advise the barrel to keep the air locked,
for the tavern is in ruins
The beloved is gone and in my tearful eyes
Her image can only be drawn in vanishing lines
Wake up my eyes for there is great peril
In this onslaught of sleep of mine
the mountains and plains are full and verdant
This world is but a passing current,
let us waste no time
