Build A House
For Men
You have taken
root in the Beloved.
I love your golden branches
I love your golden branches
And the
hundred graceful movements
Your body now makes each time
The wind, children and love
Come near.
Your body now makes each time
The wind, children and love
Come near.
Build a house
for men and birds.
Sit with them – play music.
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
Beautiful eyes.
Talk about that which disturbs no one
And bring some peace into your
Beautiful eyes.
Why play notes
from your soft mouth-flute
That hurt the Blue Sky’s ear?
That hurt the Blue Sky’s ear?
The Friend has
such exquisite taste
That every time you bow to Him
That every time you bow to Him
Your mind will
become lighter and more
Refined;
Your spirit will prepare its voice to laugh
In an outrageous freedom.
Refined;
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
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!
Because His hands are always playing catch
With your soul!
(“The Subject Tonight Is Love” – versions of Hafiz by Daniel
Ladinsky)
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