An omen from Hafez
Ghazal 172
Your love has risen a sapling of pure bewilderment;
your union proved the very perfection of bewilderment.
Many drowned deep in the state of union, who in the end
came round once more to that same state of bewilderment.
Show me one heart that, on the road that leads to Him,
bears not upon its cheek the dark mole of bewilderment.
Neither union endures, nor the one who is made one,
there where the very thought of bewilderment appears.
From every quarter to which I turned and lent my ear,
there rose the voice of the questioning of bewilderment.
Routed and put to flight by the perfection of His glory
is that upon which the majesty of bewilderment descends.
From head to foot the whole of Hafez's being
has grown, in love, a sapling of pure bewilderment.