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Hafez traverses the centuries, bearing a flame “that never dies in our hearts,” as he writes in one of his ghazals, evoking the sacred fire of Zoroastrian temples.
An archangel of the Persian language, a true weaver of time through his poetry.
His Divan, his sole collection, has moved generations and continues to resonate deep within the Iranian soul today.
In moments of joy, melancholy, or sorrow, there is always a poem by Hafez that echoes within me, within us Iranians.
I was composing, I could hear the voice.
But a kind of suffocation, an inner deafness, kept me from writing the words as I usually do.
Then a verse of Hafez arose.
In the heart of silence, a word from Hafez slipped in,
a breath rediscovered.
And the enchanting voice of Marie Soubestre grew clearer:
those birds in the throat…