A Poem - The Jeweler by Hafiz
Posted on May 17th, 2008
by 
Phoenix
Phoenix
The Jeweler
If a naive and desperate man
Brings a precious stone
To the only jeweler in town,
Wanting to sell it,
The jeweler's eyes
Will begin to play a game,
Like most eyes in the world when they look at you.
The jeweler's face will stay calm
He will not want to reveal the stone's true value,
But to hold the man capitve to fear and greed
While he calculates
The value of the transaction.
But one moment with me, my dear,
Will show you that there is nothing, nothing Hafiz
wants from you.
When you sit before a Master like me,
Even if you are a drooling mess,
My eyes sind with Exitement
They see your Divine Worth.
Hafiz
If a naive and desperate man
Brings a precious stone
To the only jeweler in town,
Wanting to sell it,
The jeweler's eyes
Will begin to play a game,
Like most eyes in the world when they look at you.
The jeweler's face will stay calm
He will not want to reveal the stone's true value,
But to hold the man capitve to fear and greed
While he calculates
The value of the transaction.
But one moment with me, my dear,
Will show you that there is nothing, nothing Hafiz
wants from you.
When you sit before a Master like me,
Even if you are a drooling mess,
My eyes sind with Exitement
They see your Divine Worth.
Hafiz
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desire
August 2008 
nice poem