I only speak of the Sun
because the Sun is my Beloved
I worship even the dust at His feet.
I am not a night-lover and do not praise sleep
I am the messenger of the Sun !
Secretly I will ask Him and pass the answers to you.
Like the Sun I shine on those who are forsaken
I may look drunk and disheveled but I speak the Truth.
Tear off the mask, your face is glorious,
your heart may be cold as stone but
I will warm it with my raging fire.
No longer will I speak of sunsets or rising Moons,
I will bring you love's wine
for I am born of the Sun
I am a King !
Ghazal (Ode) 1621
Translated by Azima Melita Kolin
and Maryam Mafi