Faces of Love Quotes

“Sugar dissolved in rose water
Won't cure my heart; but if you could
Dissolve your curses in your kisses,
That distillation surely would.”
― Hāfez, Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz

“May I remember always when
Your glance in secrecy was mine,
And in my face your love was like
A visibly reflected sign.

May I remember always when
Your chiding eyes were like my death
And your sweet lips restored my life
Like Jesus’s reviving breath.

May I remember always when
We drank our wine as darkness died,
My friend and I, alone at dawn,
Though God was there too, at our side.

May I remember always when
Your face was pleasure’s flame, and my
Poor fluttering heart was like a moth
That’s singed and is about to die.”
― Hāfez, Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz

“In love, the Sufi meeting house
And wine-shop are one place;
As are all places where we find
The loved one's radiant race;

And what the Sufis make a show of
Can be found equally
Among the monks, before their cross,
Within a monastery.”
― Hāfez, Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz

“What's all this hiding happiness and wine away?
I've lined up with the libertines now, come what may.”
― Hāfez, Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz

“Go, mind your own business, preacher! What's all this hullabaloo?”
― Hāfez, Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz

“I am still drunk that you were here,
and you were mine.
And once again I stretch my hand out
for that wine;

As your drunk eyes could not bestir
themselves, I too
Can’t move; as you love wine, I love
the wine that’s you;”
― Jahan Khatun, Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz

“Pussy remarked,''this prick’s a masterpiece,
They’ve hung the balls beneath it very nicely;
From tip to toe, you’d say that it’s as though
They’d followed my prerequisites precisely.”
― Obayd-e Zakani, Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz

“Devil, and then angel - is it the same you?
Which are you then, my prick? How should I name you?
You and that cunt of hers - no man alive
Can hope to get away from you, or tame you;
There is no mind that doesn't dream of you,
In every house the seeds you've sown proclaim you.”
― Obayd-e Zakani, Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz