I would like to remove some rock from your field so that you can plant more wheat.
And those hills I see that are part of you, I have some trees in mind for them and flowering grasses,
so that you won’t erode, when the elements pour.
Are we not lovers? Cannot I speak to you like this?
Do I need to ask your permission to hitch up my ox and sing to him as I improve your vast terrain?
The title to your heart came to my office. In looking at it a great interest in your soul developed.
The care of your soul became mine.
So I would like to remove some stones from your meadows; then an orchard you could grow,
and the world, and the world then, will come to taste your riches.
~ Hafiz |
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