Time is the
shop
Where everyone works hard
To build enough
love
To break the
Shackle.
Wise men keep talking
about
Wanting to meet Her.
Women sometimes
pronounce the word God
A little differently:
They can use more feeling and
skill
With the heart-lute.
All the world's
movements,
Apparent chaos, and suffering I now know happen
In the Splendid
Unison:
Our tambourines are
striking
The same thigh.
Hafiz stands
At a
juncture in this poem.
There are a thousand new wheels I could craft
On a
wagon
And place you in -
Lead you to a glimpse of the culture
And
seasons in another dimension.
Yet again God
Will
have to drop you back at the shop
Where you still have
work
With
Love.
("The Gift" --
versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
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