If thy darling favor thee
Both worlds thou mayest defy
Let fortune stand thy friend
Armies encamp against thee in vain
If thy darling favor thee
Both worlds thou mayest defy
Let fortune stand thy friend
Armies encamp against thee in vain
Curfews
Noise
Is a cruel ruler
Who is always imposing
Curfews.
While
Stillness and quiet
Break open the vintage
Bottles,
Awake the real
Band.
Dividing God
The moon starts singing
When everyone is asleep
And the planets throw a bright robe
Around their shouldersand whirl up
Close to her side.
Once I asked the moon,
Why do you and your sweet friends
Not perform so romantically like that
To a larger crowd?
And the whole sky chorus resounded,
"The admission price to hear
The lofty minstrels
Speak of love
Is affordable only to those
Who have not exhausted themselves
Dividing God all day
And thus need rest.
The thrilled Tavern fiddlers
Who are perched on the roof
Do not want their notes to intrude
Upon the ears
Where an accountant lives
With a sharp pencil
Keeping score of words
Another
In their great sorrow or sad anger
May have once said
To you."
Hafiz knows:
The sun will stand as your best man
And whistle
When you have found the courage
To marry forgiveness
When you have found the courage
to marry
Love.
Hafiz, "The Gift", translated by Daniel Ladinsky
"Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred....Now is the time for you to deeply compute the impossibility that there is anything but grace."
A Cushion For Your Head Just sit there right now Don't do a thing Just rest. For you separation from God, From love, Is the hardest work In this World. Let me bring you trays of food And something That you like to Drink. You can use my soft words As a cushion For your Head. Hafiz (1320-1389)