SOMEONE UNTIED YOUR
CAMEL
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.
~ Hafiz ~
(The Gift -- versions of
Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
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