Archive for April, 2010

My Master once entered a phase
That whenever I would see him
He would say,

 

“Hafiz,
How did you ever become a pregnant woman?”

 

And I would reply,

 

“Dear Attar,
You must be speaking the truth,
But all of what you say is a mystery to me.”

 

Many months passed by in his blessed company.
But one day I lost my patience
Upon hearing that odd refrain
And blurted out,

 

“Stop calling me a pregnant woman!”

 

And Attar replied,
“Someday, my sweet Hafiz,
All the nonsense in your brain will dry up
Like a stagnant pool of water
Beneath the sun,

 

Though if you want to know the Truth
I can so clearly see that God has made love with you
And the whole universe is germinating
Inside your belly

 

And wonderful words,
Such enlightening words
Will take birth from you

And be cradled against thousands
Of hearts.”

The Gift by Hafiz

Posted: April 30, 2010 in Poetry

Our

Union is like this:

 

You feel cold

So I reach for a blanket to cover

Our shivering feet.

 

A hunger comes into your body

So I run to my garden

And start digging potatoes.

 

You ask for a few words of comfort and guidance,

I quickly kneel at your side offering you

This whole book-

As a gift.

 

You ache with loneliness one night

So much you weep

 

And I say,

 

Here’s a rope,

Tie it around me,

 

Hafiz

Will be your companion

For life.

Just Looking for Trouble by Hafiz

Posted: April 30, 2010 in Poetry

I once has a student

Who would sit alone in his house at night

Shivering with worries

And fears,

 

And, come morning,

He would often look as though

He had been raped

By a ghost.

 

Then one day my pity

 

Crafted for him a knife

From my own divine sword.

 

Since then,

I have become very proud

Of this student.

 

For now, come night,

Not only has he lost all his fear,

 

Now he goes out

 

Just looking for

Trouble.

There are different wells within your heart.

Some fill with each good rain,

Others are far too deep for that.

 

In one well

You have just a few precious cups of water,

 

That “love” is literally something of yourself,

It can grow as slow as a diamond

If it is lost.

 

Your love

Should never be offered to the mouth of a

Stranger,

 

Only to someone

Who has the valor and daring

To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife

 

Then weave them into a blanket

To protect you.

 

There are different wells within us.

Some fill with each good rain,

 

Others are far, far too deep

For that.

Someone Untied Your Camel by Hafiz

Posted: April 30, 2010 in Poetry

I cannot sit still with my countrymen in chains.

I cannot act mute

Hearing the world’s loneliness

Crying near the Beloved’s heart.

 

My love for God is such

That I could dance with Him tonight without you,

But I would rather have you there.

 

Is your caravan lost?

 

It is,

If you no longer weep from gratitude or happiness,

Or weep

From being cut deep with the awareness

Of the extraordinary beauty

That emanates from the most simple act

And common object.

 

My dear, is your caravan lost?

 

It is if you can no longer be kind to yourself

And loving to those who must live

With the sometimes difficult task of loving you.

 

At least come to know

That someone untied your camel last night

For I hear its gentle voice

Calling for God in the desert.

 

At least come to know

That Hafiz will always hold a lantern

With the galaxies blooming inside

And that

 

I will always guide your soul to

The divine warmth and exhilaration

Of our Beloved’s

Tent.

What the Hell by Hafiz

Posted: April 30, 2010 in Poetry

The

Real love

I always keep a secret.

 

All my words

Are sung outside Her window,

 

For when She lets me in

I take a thousand oaths of silence.

 

But,

Then She says,

 

O, then God says,

“What the hell, Hafiz,

Why not give the whole world

My

Address.”

I Hold the Lion’s Paw by Hafiz

Posted: April 30, 2010 in Poetry

I hold the Lion’s Paw

Whenever I dance.

 

I know the ecstasy of the falcon’s wings

When they make love against the sky,

 

And the sun and moon

Sometimes argue over

Who will tuck me in at night.

 

If you think I am having more fun

Than anyone on this planet

You are absolutely correct.

 

But Hafiz

Is willing to share all his secrets

About how to befriend God.

 

Indeed, dear ones,

Hafiz is so very willing

To share all his secrets

About how to know the

Beautiful

One.

 

I hold the Lion’s Paw whenever I dance.

I know the ecstasy of your heart’s wings

When they make love against the Sky,

 

And the sun and moon

Will someday argue over

Who will tuck you in at

Night!

This One is Mine by Hafiz

Posted: April 30, 2010 in Poetry

Someone put

You on a slave block

And the unreal bought

You.

 

Now I keep coming to your owner

Saying,

 

“This one is mine.”

 

You often overhear us talking

And this can make your heart leap

With excitement.

 

Don’t worry

I will not let sadness

Possess you.

 

I will gladly borrow all the gold

I need

 

To get you

Back.

If God
Invited you to a party
And said,

 

“Everyone
In the ballroom tonight
Will be my special
Guest”

 

How would you then treat them
When you
Arrived?

 

Indeed, indeed!

 

And I know
There is no one in this world

 

Who
Is not upon
His Jeweled Dance
Floor.

Your Mother and My Mother by Hafiz

Posted: April 30, 2010 in Poetry

Fear is the cheapest room in the house

I would like to see you living

In better conditions,

 

For your mother and my mother

Were friends.

 

I know the Innkeeper

In this part of the universe.

Get some rest tonight,

Come to my verse tomorrow.

We’ll go speak to the Friend together.

 

I should not make any promises right now,

But I know if you

Pray

Somewhere in this world-

Something good will happen.

 

God wants to see

More love and playfulness in your eyes

For that is your greatest witness to Him.

 

Your soul and my soul

Once sat together in the Beloved’s womb

Playing footsie.

 

Your heart and my heart

are very, very old

Friends.