Spiced Manna
—by Hafiz
Someone will steal you if you don’t stay near, And sell you as a slave in the Market.
I sing to the nightingales’ hearts, Hoping they will learn my verse So that no one will ever imprison Your brilliant angel feathers.
Have I put enough spiced manna on your plate tonight In this tavern where Hafiz serves?
If not please wait, For more light is now Fermenting.
Someone will steal you if you Don’t stay near, And sell you in the market, So your Beloved and I sing.
What do you need to stay near?