Not With Wings
Here soar
Not with wings,
Not with wings,
But with your moving hands
and feet
And sweating brows -
And sweating brows -
Standing by your Beloved's
side
Reaching out to comfort this world
Reaching out to comfort this world
With your cup of
solace
Drawn from your vast reservoir of Truth.
Drawn from your vast reservoir of Truth.
Here soar
Not with your eyes and senses
Not with your eyes and senses
That turn their backs
On the earth's sweet stumbling dance
Which needs you.
On the earth's sweet stumbling dance
Which needs you.
Here love, O here
love,
With your mouth tender and open upon your lover,
With your mouth tender and open upon your lover,
And with your heart on
duty
To the souls of rivers, children, forest animals,
All the shy feathered ones and laughing, jumping,
Shining fish.
To the souls of rivers, children, forest animals,
All the shy feathered ones and laughing, jumping,
Shining fish.
O here,
pilgrim,
Love
On this holy battleground of life
Love
On this holy battleground of life
Where there are bleeding
men
Who are calling for a sacred drink,
A gentle word or touch from man
or God.
Who are calling for a sacred drink,
A gentle word or touch from man
or God.
Hafiz, why just serve and
play with angels?
They are already content.
They are already content.
Brew your knowledge well for
men
With aching minds and guts,
With aching minds and guts,
And for those wayfarers who
have gained
The rare courageous thirsts
That can never be relinquished
Until Union!
The rare courageous thirsts
That can never be relinquished
Until Union!
Hafiz,
Leave your recipes in golden drums.
Leave your recipes in golden drums.
Tie those barrels to the
backs of camels
Who will keep circumambulating the worlds,
Who will keep circumambulating the worlds,
Giving nourishment
To all our tender wondrous spheres.
To all our tender wondrous spheres.
O here love, O love right
here.
Find your happiness, dear wayfarer,
Find your happiness, dear wayfarer,
With your beautiful lips and
body
So sweetly opened,
So sweetly opened,
Yielding their vital gifts
upon
This magnificent
Earth.
This magnificent
Earth.
~ Hafiz ~
(The Subject Tonight is
Love - versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
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