|You have taken root in the Beloved|
I love your golden branches
And the hundred graceful movements
Your body now makes each time
The wind, children and love
Build a house for men and birds.
Sit with them - play music.
For a day, for just one day,
Talk about that which disturbs no one
And bring some peace into your
Why play notes from your soft mouth-flute
That hurt the Blue Sky's ear?
The Friend has such exquisite taste
That every time you bow to Him
Your mind will become lighter and more
Your spirit will prepare its voice to laugh
In an outrageous freedom.
You have taken root in our Beloved.
I love your emerald branches
And the hundred ways your heart does dance
Every time you discover God is so pleased
Because His hands are always playing catch
With your soul.
We all cook together around a fire
Our Yearning music builds.
We share our tools and instruments and plates;
We are companions on this earth
As the sun and planets are in the sky.
We are all sentries at our sacred humble posts.
The stones and stars envy the movements
Of your legs and tongue
And call to you to sing on their behalf.
The atoms in your cells and limbs are full of
They dance in the Hidden Choir I conduct.
Don't sleep tonight, dear pilgrim,
So I can lead you on my white mare to His summer
This Love you now have of the Truth
Will never forsake you.
Your joys and sufferings on this arduous path
Are lifting your worn veil like a rising stage
And will surely reveal your Magnificent Self
So that you can guide this world like Hafiz
In the Hidden Choir
God and His friends will forever
(Build a House for Men and Birds)
The Subject Tonight Is Love
60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz,
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Art by Will Lewis