Builds cages for everyone He Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the Beautiful Rowdy Prisoners
into every cup,
The proudly pious
stuff their cups with parchment
and critique the taste of ink
while God pours light
and the trees lift their limbs
without worry of redemption,
every blossom a chalice.
Hafiz, seduce those withered souls
with words that wet their parched
pours like rain
into every empty cup
set adrift on the Infinite Ocean.
Once a man came to me
and spoke for hours about
“His great visions of God”
he felt he was having..
He asked me for confirmation, saying,
“Are these wondrous dreams true?”.
I replied, “How many goats do you have?”.
He looked surprised and said,“I am speaking of sublime visions
And you ask About goats!”.
And I spoke again saying,“Yes, brother – how many do you have?”.
“Well, Hafiz, I have sixty-two.”.
“And how many wives?”
Again he looked surprised, then said,“Four.”.
“How many rose bushes in your garden,
How many children,
Are your parents still alive,
Do you feed the birds in winter?”.
And to all he answered..
Then I said,
“You asked me if I thought your visions were true,
I would say that they were if they make you become
More kind to every creature and plant
That you know.".
~ Hafiz(“The Gift”
– translated by Daniel Ladinsky)
TO BE ORCHESTRATED BY LOVE
THAT IS LIMITLESS
Yes! If He’s A Holy Man