Not with wings,
But with your moving hands and feet
And sweating brows
Standing by your Beloved's side
Reaching out to comfort this world
With your cup of solace
Drawn from your vast reservoir of Truth.
Not with your eyes and senses
That turn their backs
On the earth's sweet stumbling dance
Which needs you.
Here love, O here love,
With your mouth tender and open upon your lover,
And with your heart on duty
To the souls of rivers, children, forest animals,
All the shy feathered ones and laughing, jumping,
O here, pilgrim,
On this holy battleground of life
Where there are bleeding men
Who are calling for a sacred drink,
A gentle word or touch from man
Hafiz, why just serve and play with angels ?
They are already content.
Brew your knowledge well for men
With aching minds and guts,
And for those wayfarers who have gained
The rare courageous thirsts
That can never be relinquished
Leave your recipes in golden drums.
Tie those barrels to the backs of camels
Who will keep circumambulating the worlds,
To all our tender wondrous spheres.
O here love, O love right here.
Find your happiness, dear wayfarer,
With your beautiful lips and body
So sweetly opened,
Yielding their vital gifts upon
(Not With Wings)
From The Subject Tonight is Love
- versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky