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Source:  Hafiz

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I Know The Way You Can Get

I know the way you can get

When you have not had a drink of Love:


Your face hardens,

Your sweet muscles cramp.

Children become concerned

About a strange look that appears in your eyes

Which even begins to worry your own mirror

And nose.


Squirrels and birds sense your sadness

And call an important conference in a tall tree.

They decide which secret code to chant

To help your mind and soul.


Even angels fear that brand of madness

That arrays itself against the world

And throws sharp stones and spears into

The innocent

And into one’s self.


O I know the way you can get

If you have not been drinking Love:


You might rip apart

Every sentence your friends and teachers say,

Looking for hidden clauses.


You might weigh every word on a scale

Like a dead fish.


You might pull out a ruler to measure

From every angle in your darkness

The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once



I know the way you can get

If you have not had a drink from Love’s



That is why all the Great Ones speak of

The vital need

To keep remembering God,

So you will come to know and see Him

As being so Playful

And Wanting,

Just Wanting to help.


That is why Hafiz says:

Bring your cup near me.

For all I care about

Is quenching your thirst for freedom!


All a Sane man can ever care about

Is giving Love!


From: ‘I Heard God Laughing – Renderings of Hafiz’

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky





Laughing At the Word Two



That Illumined



Who keeps

Seducing the formless into form


Had the charm to win my



Only a Perfect One


Who is always

Laughing at the word



Can make you know




From: ‘The Gift’

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky



All the Hemispheres

Leave the familiar for a while.

Let your senses and bodies stretch out


Like a welcomed season

Onto the meadows and shores and hills.


Open up to the Roof.

Make a new water-mark on your excitement

And love.


Like a blooming night flower,

Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness

And giving

Upon our intimate assembly.


Change rooms in your mind for a day.


All the hemispheres in existence

Lie beside an equator

In your heart.


Greet Yourself

In your thousand other forms

As you mount the hidden tide and travel

Back home.


All the hemispheres in heaven

Are sitting around a fire



While stitching themselves together

Into the Great Circle inside of



From: ‘The Subject Tonight is Love’

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

Like The Morning Breeze

Like the morning breeze, if you bring to the morning good deeds,

The rose of our desire will open and bloom.


Go forward, and make advances down this road of love;

In forward motion, the pain is great.


To beg at the door of the Winehouse is a wonderful alchemy.

If you practice this, soon you will be converting dust into gold.


O heart, if only once you experience the light of purity,

Like a laughing candle, you can abandon the life you live in your head.


But if you are still yearning for cheap wine and a beautiful face,

Don’t go out looking for an enlightened job.


Hafiz, if you are listening to this good advice,

The road of Love and its enrichment are right around the curve.


From: Drunk on the Wind of the Beloved

Translated by Thomas Rain Crowe

From the Large Jug, Drink


From the large jug, drink the wine of Unity,

So that from your heart you can wash away the futility of life’s grief.


But like this large jug, still keep the heart expansive.

Why would you want to keep the heart captive, like an unopened bottle

of wine?


With your mouth full of wine, you are selfless

And will never boast of your own abilities again.


Be like the humble stone at your feet rather than striving to be like a

Sublime cloud: the more you mix colors of deceit, the more colorless

your ragged wet coat will get.


Connect the heart to the wine, so that it has body,

Then cut off the neck of hypocrisy and piety of this new man.


Be like Hafiz: Get up and make an effort. Don’t lie around like a bum.

He who throws himself at the Beloved’s feet is like a workhorse and will

be rewarded with boundless pastures and eternal rest.


From: Drunk on the Wine of the Beloved

Translated by Thomas Rain Crowe





Let Thought Become Your

Beautiful Lover

Let thought become the beautiful Woman.


Cultivate your mind and heart to that depth


That it can give you everything

A warm body can.


Why just keep making love with God’s child– Form


When the Friend Himself is standing

Before us

So open-armed?


My dear,

Let prayer become your beautiful Lover


And become free,

Become free of this whole world

Like Hafiz.



From: ‘The Gift’

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky


I Have Learned So Much




So much from God

That I can no longer




A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,

a Buddhist, a Jew.


The Truth has shared so much of Itself

With me


That I can no longer call myself

A man, a woman, an angel,

Or even a pure



Love has

Befriended Hafiz so completely

It has turned to ash

And freed



Of every concept and image

my mind has ever known.


From: ‘The Gift’

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky







School of Truth

O fool, do something, so you won’t just stand there looking dumb.

If you are not traveling and on the road, how can you call yourself a guide?


In the School of Truth, one sits at the feet of the Master of Love.

So listen, son, so that one day you may be an old father, too!


All this eating and sleeping has made you ignorant and fat;

By denying yourself food and sleep, you may still have a chance.


Know this: If God should shine His lovelight on your heart,

I promise you’ll shine brighter than a dozen suns.


And I say: wash the tarnished copper of your life from your hands;

To be Love’s alchemist, you should be working with gold.


Don’t sit there thinking; go out and immerse yourself in God’s sea.

Having only one hair wet with water will not put knowledge in that head.


For those who see only God, their vision

Is pure, and not a doubt remains.


Even if our world is turned upside down and blown over by the wind,

If you are doubtless, you won’t lose a thing.


O Hafiz, if it is union with the Beloved that you seek,

Be the dust at the Wise One’s door, and speak!


From: ‘Drunk On the Wind of the Beloved’

Translated by Thomas Rain Crowe


I’ve Said It Before and I’ll Say It Again

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:

It’s not my fault that with a broken heart, I’ve gone this way.


In front of a mirror they have put me like a parrot,

And behind the mirror the Teacher tells me what to say.


Whether I am perceived as a thorn or a rose, it’s

The Gardener who has fed and nourished me day to day.


O friends, don’t blame me for this broken heart;

Inside me there is a great jewel and it’s to the Jeweler’s shop I go.


Even though, to pious, drinking wine is a sin,

Don’t judge me; I use it as a bleach to wash the color of hypocrisy away.


All that laughing and weeping of lovers must be coming from some other place;

Here, all night I sing with my winecup and then moan for You all day.


If someone were to ask Hafiz, “Why do you spend all your time sitting in

The Winehouse door?,” to this man I would say, “From there, standing,

I can see both the Path and the Way.


From: Drunk on the Wind of the Beloved

Translated by Thomas Rain Crowe




Tired of Speaking Sweetly

Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,

Break all our teacup talk of God.


If you had the courage and

Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,

He would just drag you around the room

By your hair,

Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world

That bring you no joy.


Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly

And wants to rip to shreds

All your erroneous notions of truth


That make you fight within yourself, dear one,

And with others,


Causing the world to weep

On too many fine days.


God wants to manhandle us,

Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself

And practice His dropkick.


The Beloved sometimes wants

To do us a great favor:


Hold us upside down

And shake all the nonsense out.


But when we hear

He is in such a “playful drunken mood”

Most everyone I know

Quickly packs their bags and hightails it

Out of town.


From: ‘The Gift’

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky









We Might Have To

Medicate You

Resist your temptation to lie

By speaking of separation from God,



We might have to medicate



In the ocean

A lot goes on beneath your eyes.



They have clinics there too

For the insane

Who persist in saying things like:


“I am independent from the



God is not always around



Pressing against

My body.”


From: ‘The Gift’

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky



A Potted Plant

I pull a sun from my coin purse each day.


And at night I let my pet the moon

Run freely into the sky meadow.


If I whistled,

She would turn her head and look at me.


If I then waved my arms,

She would come back wagging a marvelous tail

Of stars.


There are always a few men like me

In this world


Who are house-sitting for God.

We share His royal duties:


I water each day a favorite potted plant

Of His–

This earth.


Ask the Friend for love.

Ask Him again.


For I have learned that every heart will get

What it prays for



From: ‘The Subject Tonight Is Love’

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky


No More Leaving



Some point

Your relationship

With God


Become like this:


Next time you meet Him in the forest

Or on a crowded city street


There won’t be anymore




That is,


God will climb into

Your pocket.


You will simply just take






From: ‘The Gift’

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky





The Happy Virus

I caught the happy virus last night

When I was out singing beneath the stars.

It is remarkably contagious –

So kiss me.



It Felt Love


Did the rose

Ever open its heart


And give to this world

All its



It felt the encouragement of light

Against its




We all remain









The Day Sky

Let us be like

Two falling stars in the day sky.



Let no one know of our sublime beauty

As we hold hands with God

And burn




Into a sacred existence that defies –

That surpasses


Every description of ecstasy

And love.



Faithful Lover

The moon came to me last night

With a sweet question.


She said,


“The sun has been my faithful lover

For millions of years.


Whenever I offer my body to him

Brilliant light pours from his heart.


Thousands then notice my happiness

And delight in pointing

Toward my beauty.



Is it true that our destiny

Is to turn into Light



And I replied,


Dear moon,

Now that your love is maturing,


We need to sit together

Close like this more often


So I might instruct you

How to become


Who you












The Subject Tonight is Love

The subject tonight is Love

And for tomorrow night as well,

As a matter of fact

I know of no better topic


For us to discuss

Until we all





A Suspended Blue Ocean

The sky

Is a suspended blue ocean.

The stars are the fish

That swim.



The planets are the white whales

I sometimes hitch a ride on,



And the sun and all light

Have forever fused themselves



Into my heart and upon

My skin.



There is only one rule

On this Wild Playground,



For every sign Hafiz has ever seen

Reads the same.



They all say,



“Have fun, my dear; my dear, have fun,

In the Beloved’s Divine




O, in the Beloved’s















At This Party


I don’t want to be the only one here

Telling all the secrets –



Filling up all the bowls at this party,

Taking all the laughs.



I would like you

To start putting things on the table

That can also feed the soul

The way I do.



That way

We can invite



A hell of a lot more





Becoming Human

Once a man came to me and spoke for hours about

“His great visions of God” he felt he was having.



He asked me for confirmation, saying,

“Are these wondrous dreams true?”



I replied, “How many goats do you have?”



He looked surprised and said,

“I am speaking of sublime visions

And you ask

About goats!”



And I spoke again saying,

“Yes, brother – how many do you have?”



“Well, Hafiz, I have sixty-two.”



“And how many wives?”

Again he looked surprised, then said,




“How many rose bushes in your garden,

How many children,

Are your parents still alive,


Do you feed the birds in winter?”



And to all he answered.



Then I said,

“You asked me if I thought your visions were true,

I would say that they were if they make you become

More human,



More kind to every creature and plant

That you know.”




A Great Need




Of a great need

We are all holding hands

And climbing.

Not loving is a letting go.


The terrain around here


Far too






Why Abstain?



Abstain from love

When like the beautiful snow goose

Someday your soul

Will leave this summer





Abstain from happiness

When like a skilled lion

Your heart is




Will someday see

The divine prey is













Buttering the Sky


On my shoes,

Boiling water,

Toasting bread,

Buttering the sky:

That should be enough contact

With God in one day

To make anyone




An Astronomical Question



Happen if God leaned down


And gave you a full wet





Doesn’t mind answering astronomical questions

Like that:



You would surely start

Reciting all day, inebriated,








Why Not Be Polite?


Is God speaking.

Why not be polite and

Listen to




Find A Better Job




All your worry

Has proved such an





Find a better









And For No Reason


For no reason

I start skipping like a child.




For no reason

I turn into a leaf

That is carried so high

I kiss the Sun’s mouth

And dissolve.




For no reason

A thousand birds

Choose my head for a conference table,

Start passing their

Cups of wine

And their wild songbooks all around.




For every reason in existence

I begin to eternally,

To eternally laugh and love!



When I turn into a leaf

And start dancing,

I run to kiss our beautiful Friend

And I dissolve in the Truth

That I Am.



Dropping Keys

The small man

Builds cages for everyone



While the sage,

Who has to duck his head

When the moon is low,

Keeps dropping keys all night long

For the



















Is not easy

To stop thinking ill

Of others.



Usually one must enter into a friendship

With a person



Who has accomplished that great feat himself.





Might start to rub off on you

Of that









If You Don’t Stop That

I used to live in

A cramped house with confusion

And pain.


But then I met the Friend

And started getting drunk

And singing all




Confusion and Pain

Started acting nasty,

Making threats,

With talk like this,


“If you don’t stop ‘that’ –

All that fun –







Damn Thirsty


The fish needs to say,


“Something ain’t right about this

Camel ride –


And I’m

Feeling so damn




These Beautiful Love Games

Young lovers wisely say,


“Let’s try it from this angle,

Maybe something marvelous will happen,


Maybe three suns and two moons

Will roll out

From a hiding place in the body

Our passion has yet to ignite.”


Old lovers say,

“We can do it one more time,

How about from this longitude

And latitude –


Swinging from a rope tied to the ceiling,


Maybe a part of God

Is still hiding in a corner of your heart

Our devotion has yet to reveal.”


Bottom line:


Do not stop playing

These beautiful





I Want Both Of Us

I want both of us

To start talking about this great love


As if you, I, and the Sun were all married

And living in a tiny room,


Helping each other to cook,

Do the wash,

Weave and sew,

Care for our beautiful



We all leave each morning

To labor on the earth’s field.

No one does not lift a great pack.


I want both of us to start singing like two

Travelling minstrels

About this extraordinary existence

We share,


As if

You, I, and God were all married


And living in

A tiny






 Like Passionate Lips

There are

So many positions of



Each curve on a branch,


the thousand different ways

Your eyes can embrace us,


The infinite shapes your

Mind can draw,


The spring

Orchestra of scents,


The currents of light combusting

Like passionate lips,


The revolution of Existence’s skirt

Whose folds contain other worlds,


Your every sign that falls against

His inconceivable





Imagination Does Not Exist

You should come close to me tonight wayfarer

For I will be celebrating you.


Your beauty still causes me madness,

Keeps the neighbours complaining

When I start shouting in the middle of the night

Because I can’t bear all this joy.


I will be giving birth to suns.

I will be holding forests upside down

Gently shaking soft animals from trees and burrows

Into my lap.


What you conceive as imagination

Does not exist for me.


Whatever you can do in a dream

Or on your mind-canvas


My hands can pull – alive – from my coat pocket.


But let’s not talk about my divine world.


For what I most want to know

Tonight is:


All about







I Got Kin


So that your own heart

Will grow.



So God will think,



I got kin in that body!

I should start inviting that soul over

For coffee and




Because this is a food

Our starving world




Because that is the purest




The Lute Will Beg

You need to become a pen

In the Sun´s hand.


We need for the earth to sing

Through our pores and eyes.


The body will again become restless

Until your soul paints all its beauty

Upon the sky.


Don´t tell me, dear ones,

That what Hafiz says is not true,


For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny

And you awake to our constant need

for your love


God´s lute will beg

For your hands.









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