This house hath been a fairy’s dwelling-place – poem by Hafiz



This house hath been a fairy’s dwelling-place;

as the immortals pure from head to feet

was she who stayed with us a little space,

then, as was meet,

on her immortal journey went her ways.


So wise was she, yet nothing but a flower;

only a child, yet all the world to me;

against the stars what love has any power!

or was it she

went softly in her own appointed hour?


The moon it was that called her, and she went;

in Shiraz I had lived to live with her,

not knowing she was on an errand bent,

a traveller,

to sojourn for a night, then strike her tent.


How sweet it was on many a summer’s day

on the green margin of the stream to lie

with her and the wild rose, and nothing say.

little knew I

that she was running like the stream away.


That was the sweet of life when, pure and wise,

in her dear neighbourhood I drew my breath;

that was the truth of life, the rest is lies,

folly and death,

since toward another land she turned her eyes.


Blame her not, heart, because she left you so;

the heaven of beauty called her to be queen;

back to her hidden people must she go,

behind the screen,

nor when she will return does Hafiz know.



About Mare Cromwell

Referred to as “The Voice of Earth Mother” by a gifted Shoshone elder, Mare Cromwell is a multi-award-winning author, Medicine woman/Lightworker and healer. She has also been told by another gifted elder that her work with Earth Mother is in the prophecies. Her books include: "The Great Mother Bible"; "Messages from Mother.... Earth Mother"; and "If I gave you God’s phone number.... Searching for Spirituality in America". She has studied with Native American teachers for twenty-two years and sat on the World Council for Wisdom Gatherings for three years. Mare leads workshops on our Sacred Planet-Earth Mother, Womb Wisdom and Sacred Silliness and more. She is the visionary and producer of the 1000 Goddesses Gathering in Washington DC. Mare loves to be involved in Ceremony. She is also a former worm herder. She calls Western Maryland home.
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3 Responses to This house hath been a fairy’s dwelling-place – poem by Hafiz

  1. He who would bind to himself a joy
    doth the winged life destroy
    He who kisses the joy as it flies
    lives in Eternity’s sunrise.
    – William Blake. Similar idea. Where did you get the translation?

  2. Hi Clare,

    That’s beautiful. And… I wish I could tell where the translation came from. The poem was sitting on my computer desktop for months and I was doing some computer reorganizing and finally put it up on my blog. If I remember correctly, someone on Facebook posted it and I borrowed it from then. Wish I could share more. It is beautiful wisdom, yes. blessings, m

  3. p.s. I might ‘borrow’ your Blake piece to share with others too. thank you! m

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