“May you flesh be kept from all affliction, the doctor far off, And your inner self protected from every wound. What more is the happiness of all the world than the radiance of your Own pure happiness? May nothing ever block your path. When autumn seeps in, plundering the orchard, May it not find a path to the noble cypress. The earth, unfurled like a woven rug, radiates your glory—May those who would defile its grace be stifled. Outer shell and inner kernel depend upon your happiness—May your flesh be kept from illness and your spirit free of care. Anyone casting an evil glance on the moonlight beauty of your face…May their eyes become like worthless seeds cast into the fire. Seek healing in the words of Hafiz —they rain down sugar in torrents and never forget about second-rate candy.”
― Hafiz