19 January 2008

Also from 'The Gift' Poems by Hafiz, Trans. Daniel Ladinsky.
DIVIDING GOD
The moon starts singing when everyone is asleep and the planets throw a bright robe around their shoulders and 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 a score of words that 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.
For S M

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