|Rest your cheek, for a moment,|
on this drunken cheek.
Let me forget the war
and cruelty inside myself.
I hold these silver coins in my hand;
give me Your wine of golden light.
You have opened the seven doors of heaven;
now lay Your hand generously on my tightened heart.
All I have to offer is this illusion, my self.
Give it a nickname at least that is real.
Only you can restore what You have broken;
help my broken head.
Im not asking for some sweet pistachio candy,
but Your everlasting love.
Fifty times I've said,
"Heart, stop hunting and step into this net."
Ghazal (Ode) 2422,
from the Divan-e Shams
"Love is a Stranger"
Threshold Books, 1993