[زکریا فتاحی]

I expected friendship from my friends
How mistaken were my notions of these trends.
When will the tree of friendship bear fruit?
I have planted seeds of many strains & blends.
Dervishes keep away from discourses & discussions
Else my arguments, my talk, only offends.
I detected aggression in your piercing eyes
Forgive me and let me make peaceful amends.
The bud of your goodness remained closed
I became the gardener whom flowers tends.
Many wrongs were done, yet no-one complained
My silence, deference and respect extends.
Said, this friendship is what Hafiz intends
Not by our order his time, this way he spends.

ما ز یاران چشم یاری داشـتیم
خود غلط بود آن چه ما پنداشتیم
تا درخـت دوسـتی برگی دهد
حالیا رفتیم و تخمی کاشـتیم
گـفـت و گو آیین درویشی نبود
ور نـه با تو ماجراها داشـتیم
شیوه چشمت فریب جنگ داشت
ما غلط کردیم و صلح انگاشـتیم
گلبن حسنت نه خود شد دلفروز
ما دم همت بر او بگـماشـتیم
نکته‌ها رفت و شکایت کس نکرد
جانـب حرمـت فرونگذاشتیم
گفت خود دادی به ما دل حافظا
ما محصل بر کسی نگماشـتیم