Fish
S. Beamish
When my beloved offers the cup
Graven idols are crushed,
And those who gaze into that intoxicating eye
Call ecstatically for rescue.
I plunge into the ocean like a fish
Craving the beloved's hook,
I fall pleading at those feet
In hope of a helping hand.
O happy the heart who like Hafez
Has tasted the wine of creation.