Every year in Iran, October 12 is honored because of a Sufi poet; Hafiz.
SHEMSUDDIN MAHOMMAD, better known by his poetical surname of Hafiz, was born in Shiraz in the early part of 14th century.
His names, being interpreted, signify “Sun of the Faith”, “Praiseworthy”, and One who can recite the Koran.
His collected works can be considered as a pinnacle of Persian literature as well as can be approximately found in the homes of most people in Iran and even Afghanistan.
Tomb of Hafez in Shiraz
They are interested to learn his poems by heart and use them as proverbs and sayings to this day. In the following, one of his well-known Ghazal is mentioned:
O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.
With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips.
In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast
Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips.
With wine color your robe, one of the old Magi’s best tips
Trust in this traveler’s tips, who knows of many paths and trips.
The dark midnight, fearful waves, and the tempestuous whirlpool
How can he know of our state, while ports house his unladen ships.
I followed my own path of love, and now I am in bad repute
How can a secret remain veiled, if from every tongue it drips?
If His presence you seek, Hafiz, then why yourself eclipse?
Stick to the One you know, let go of imaginary trips.