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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

Trusted.

 

I know the way you can get

If you have not had a drink from Love’s

Hands.

 

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

Only

 

That Illumined

One

 

Who keeps

Seducing the formless into form

 

Had the charm to win my

Heart.

 

Only a Perfect One

 

Who is always

Laughing at the word

Two

 

Can make you know

Of

Love.

 

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

Chatting

 

While stitching themselves together

Into the Great Circle inside of

You.

 

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

I

Have

Learned

So much from God

That I can no longer

Call

Myself

 

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

Soul.

 

Love has

Befriended Hafiz so completely

It has turned to ash

And freed

Me

 

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,

 

Otherwise,

We might have to medicate

You.

 

In the ocean

A lot goes on beneath your eyes.

 

Listen,

They have clinics there too

For the insane

Who persist in saying things like:

 

“I am independent from the

Sea,

 

God is not always around

 

Gently

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

Most.

 

From: ‘The Subject Tonight Is Love’

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

 

No More Leaving

 

At

Some point

Your relationship

With God

Will

Become like this:

 

Next time you meet Him in the forest

Or on a crowded city street

 

There won’t be anymore

 

“Leaving.”

 

That is,

 

God will climb into

Your pocket.

 

You will simply just take

 

Yourself

 

Along!

 

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

How

Did the rose

Ever open its heart

 

And give to this world

All its

Beauty?

 

It felt the encouragement of light

Against its

Being,

 

Otherwise,

We all remain

 

Too

 

Frightened.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

Hafiz,

Is it true that our destiny

Is to turn into Light

Itself?”

 

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

Are!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

Die!

 

 

 

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

Game,

 

 

O, in the Beloved’s

Wonderful

Game.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

Friends.

 

 

 

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,

“Four.”

 

 

“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

 

 

Out

Of a great need

We are all holding hands

And climbing.

Not loving is a letting go.

Listen,

The terrain around here

Is

Far too

Dangerous

For

That.

 

 

Why Abstain?

 

Why

Abstain from love

When like the beautiful snow goose

Someday your soul

Will leave this summer

Camp?

 

 

Why

Abstain from happiness

When like a skilled lion

Your heart is

Nearing

 

And

Will someday see

The divine prey is

Always

Near!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Buttering the Sky

Slipping

On my shoes,

Boiling water,

Toasting bread,

Buttering the sky:

That should be enough contact

With God in one day

To make anyone

Crazy.

 

 

An Astronomical Question

What

Would

Happen if God leaned down

 

And gave you a full wet

Kiss?

 

 

Hafiz

Doesn’t mind answering astronomical questions

Like that:

 

 

You would surely start

Reciting all day, inebriated,

 

 

Rogue-poems

Like

This.

 

 

Why Not Be Polite?

Everyone

Is God speaking.

Why not be polite and

Listen to

Him?

 

 

Find A Better Job

 

Now

That

All your worry

Has proved such an

Unlucrative

Business,

Why

Not

Find a better

Job.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And For No Reason

And

For no reason

I start skipping like a child.

 

 

And

For no reason

I turn into a leaf

That is carried so high

I kiss the Sun’s mouth

And dissolve.

 

 

And

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.

 

 

And

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

He

Knows.

While the sage,

Who has to duck his head

When the moon is low,

Keeps dropping keys all night long

For the

Beautiful

Rowdy

Prisoners.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Elegance

It

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.

Then

 

 

Something

Might start to rub off on you

Of that

 

 

 

True

Elegance.

 

 

 

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

Night.

 

 

Confusion and Pain

Started acting nasty,

Making threats,

With talk like this,

 

“If you don’t stop ‘that’ –

All that fun –

 

 

We’re

Leaving.”

 

 

Damn Thirsty

First

The fish needs to say,

 

“Something ain’t right about this

Camel ride –

 

And I’m

Feeling so damn

 

Thirsty.”

 

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

Love

Games.

 

 

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

Animals.

 

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

Room.

 

 

 

 

 Like Passionate Lips

There are

So many positions of

Love:

 

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

Omnipresent

Body.

 

 

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

You.

 

 

 

 

 

I Got Kin

Plant

So that your own heart

Will grow.

 

Love

So God will think,

 

“Ahhhhhh,

I got kin in that body!

I should start inviting that soul over

For coffee and

Rolls.”

 

Sing

Because this is a food

Our starving world

Needs.

 

Laugh

Because that is the purest

Sound.

 

 

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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