Where is sensible action, and
my insanity whence?
See the difference,
it is from where to whence.
From the church & hypocritical vestments,
I take offence
Where is the abode of the Magi, and
sweet wine whence?
For dervishes, piety and sensibility
make no sense
Where is sermon and hymn,
& the violin’s music whence.
Upon seeing our friend,
our foes put up their defense
Where is a dead lantern,
& the candle of the sun whence?
My eye-liner is the dust of your door and fence
Where shall I go, tell me,
you command me whence?
Take your focus from your chin
to the trap on the path hence,
Where to O heart,
in such hurry you go whence?
May his memory of union be happy and intense
Where are your amorous gestures,
& your reproach whence?
Make not restlessness & insomnia,
Hafiz’s sentence
What is rest, which is patience,
and sleep whence?
translation found at https://www.hafizonlove.com/divan/01/002.htm