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If
love leads me to a musky, thick wine,
it must be what I need, not some austere hypocrisy. If everyone in the world advised against my loving you still I would. One lives in the zikr circle so that the round knot in the Beloved's hair will be undone. The beautiful bride of the world approaches, but not to marry anyone! Watch. One bride leaves, as another comes. The cypress, the tulip, a line of gowns. We are beggars here, but don't ask what we're begging for! Whatever it is shows in our faces. So I said to tease the beauty, "My moon, if we kissed, could I endure the love?" "Hafiz," she laughed, "kiss on! Your lips won't stain the moon." |
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Shhh
Don't ask me to describe the taste of my poison. At the end of years wandering I've chosen a Friend. Don't ask who! I weep in the doorway. Last night I heard you saying what cannot be said. Now you motion to me, Don't tell. The pain of being in my room alone is really what cannot be spoken. So, like Hafiz, I walk the love-road, aware in a way that has no name. |
OK - so I left the
mosque and went to the alehouse!
The sermon was interminably long, and valuable time was wasting away
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Throw
away All your begging bowls at God's door,
For I have heard the Beloved Prefers sweet threatening shouts, Something on the order of: "Hey, Beloved, My heart is a raging volcano Of love for you! You better start kissing me - Or Else!" |