There is a Beautiful Creature
 Living in a hole you have dug.

 So at night
 I set fruit and grains
 And little pots of wine and milk
 Beside your soft earthen mounds,

 And I often sing.

 But still, my dear,
 You do not come out.

 I have fallen in love with Someone
 Who hides inside you.

 We should talk about this problem---

 Otherwise,
 I will never leave you alone.

Such a beguiling poem. It calls out to you with such patient, laughing tenderness that the proud and frightened creature somewhere inside lifts its small head in helpless confusion and wonder - this then the beginning of the end - of glittery-eyed guardedness and a long lack of faith. A fierce loneliness that must finally give way to love’s kindness too sweetly intentioned to be condescension. How scandalously fond I have grown of this Sufi poet-saint whose name is Hafiz - and to think we only just met. I like his willingness to confront the seeming stuck-ness of the situation with such a sly, reproachful twinkle. I like the gentle humour of the understated title suggestion: ‘We should talk about this problem.’ …And I particularly love the conclusion - for the caressing determination of its exquisite threat.

— pavi

Links

There’s a biography attached to Poem #447.

http://www.hafizonlove.com/ is a nicely done site with a lot of information