The gift, p.14

The Gift, page 14

 

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  I will so gently

  Spread open your mouth

  And let you taste something of my

  Sacred mind and life.

  Surely

  There is something wrong

  With your ideas of

  God.

  O, surely there is something wrong

  With your ideas of

  God

  If you think

  Our Beloved would not be so

  Tender.

  BRING THE MAN TO ME

  A Perfect One was traveling through the desert.

  He was stretched out around the fire one night

  And said to one of his close ones,

  “There is a slave loose not far from us.

  He escaped today from a cruel master.

  His hands are still bound behind his back,

  His feet are also shackled.

  I can see him right now praying for God’s help.

  Go to him.

  Ride to that distant hill;

  About a hundred feet up and to the right

  You will find a small cave.

  He is there.

  Do not say a single word to him.

  Bring the man to me.

  God requests that I personally untie his body

  And press my lips to his wounds.”

  The disciple mounts his horse and within two hours

  Arrives at the small mountain cave.

  The slave sees him coming, the slave looks frightened.

  The disciple, on orders not to speak,

  Gestures toward the sky, pantomiming:

  God saw you in prayer,

  Please come with me,

  A great Murshid2 has used his heart’s divine eye

  To know your whereabouts.

  The slave cannot believe this story,

  And begins to shout at the man and tries to run

  But trips from his bindings.

  The disciple becomes forced to subdue him.

  Think of this picture as they now travel:

  The million candles in the sky are lit and singing.

  Every particle of existence is a dancing alter

  That some mysterious force worships.

  The earth is a church floor whereupon

  In the middle of a glorious night

  Walks a slave, weeping, tied to a rope behind a horse,

  With a speechless rider

  Taking him toward the unknown.

  Several times with all of his might the slave

  Tries to break free,

  Feeling he is being returned to captivity.

  The rider stops, dismounts—brings his eyes

  Near the prisoner’s eyes.

  A deep kindness there communicates an unbelievable hope.

  The rider motions—soon, soon you will be free.

  Tears roll down from the rider’s cheeks

  In happiness for this man.

  Anger, all this fighting and tormenting want,

  Mashuq,3

  God has seen you and sent a close one.

  Mashuq,

  God has seen your heart in prayer

  And sent Hafiz.

  TOO BEAUTIFUL

  The fire

  Has roared near you.

  The most intimate parts of your body

  Got scorched,

  So

  Of course you have run

  From your marriages into a

  Different

  House

  That will shelter you

  From embracing every aspect of Him.

  God has

  Roared near us.

  The lashes on our heart’s eye got burnt.

  Of course we have

  Run away

  From His

  Sweet flaming breath

  That proposed an annihilation

  Too real,

  Too

  Beautiful.

  MY EYES SO SOFT

  Don’t

  Surrender

  Your loneliness so quickly.

  Let it cut more

  Deep.

  Let it ferment and season you

  As few human

  Or even divine ingredients can.

  Something missing in my heart tonight

  Has made my eyes so soft,

  My voice so

  Tender,

  My need of God

  Absolutely

  Clear.

  THE DIAMOND TAKES SHAPE

  Some parrots

  Have become so skilled with

  The human voice

  They could give a brilliant discourse

  About freedom and God

  And an unsighted man nearby might

  Even begin applauding with

  The thought:

  I just heard jewels fall from a

  Great saint’s mouth,

  Though my Master used to say,

  “The diamond takes shape slowly

  With integrity’s great force,

  And from

  The profound courage to never relinquish love.”

  Some parrots have become so skilled

  With words,

  The blind turn over their gold

  And lives to caged

  Feathers.

  THAT DOES PERISH

  The

  Earth would die

  If the sun stopped kissing her.

  Hafiz is now such an exquisite world

  That perishes

  When God is not

  Near.

  CHAIN YOU TO MY BODY

  All

  These words

  Are just a front.

  What I would really like to do is

  Chain you to my body,

  Then sing for days

  And days and

  Days

  About

  God.

  COVERS HER FACE WITH BOTH HANDS

  What

  We speak

  Becomes the house we live in.

  Who will want to sleep in your bed

  If the roof leaks

  Right above

  It?

  Look what happens when the tongue

  Cannot say to kindness,

  “I will be your slave.”

  The moon

  Covers her face with both hands

  And can’t bear

  To look.

  DOG’S LOVE

  All the crazy boys

  Gather around their female

  Counterpart,

  When her canine beauty announces to the air

  “My body is ready to play its part

  In this miracle of

  Birth.”

  Look what dedicated young men will do

  For their chance moment

  Of dancing ecstatic on their

  Hind legs.

  They will stay up all night

  And howl.

  They will forget about food for days and

  Feverishly pray in their own language.

  They will growl, make serious threats,

  Even bite each other, saying,

  “She’s mine, all mine—watch out

  You skinny fleabag.”

  Listen, human lovers:

  When did you last keep a vigil

  Beseeching

  Light?

  When did you last fast, lose twenty pounds,

  In hopes of embracing

  God?

  Hafiz will give you the unedited news today:

  You will need to outdo all the noble acts

  Of

  Dog’s love.

  TWENTY-TWO

  Stay with Us

  You

  Leave

  Our company when you speak

  Of shame

  And this makes

  Everyone in the Tavern sad.

  Stay with us

  As we do the hardest work of rarely

  Laying down

  That pick and

  Shovel

  That will keep

  Revealing our deeper kinship

  With

  God,

  That will keep revealing

  Our own divine

  Worth.

  You leave the company of the Beloved’s friends

  Whenever you speak of

  Guilt,

  And this makes

  Everyone in the Tavern

  Very sad.

  Stay with us tonight

  As we weave love

  And reveal ourselves,

  Reveal ourselves

  As His precious

  Garments.

  I AM FULL OF LOVE TONIGHT

  I am full of love tonight

  Come look into my eyes, and let’s go off

  Sailing, my dear, on a long ocean ride.

  This world will not touch you,

  I will keep you snug upon my seat.

  Let’s plot

  To make the moon jealous

  With a radiance leaping from your cheek.

  I will be full of love tonight,

  Come look into these ancient eyes!

  And let’s go off sailing, my dear,

  With our spirits intertwined.

  Your body is just an old sandbar

  In a speeding hourglass of time.

  Love will turn the mouth of sorrow

  Right side up.

  Let your heart commence its destined

  Laughing chime!

  Hafiz will be brimful of love tonight,

  Why ever be shy?

  Come look into the playful eyes of my verse,

  They are eternally branded,

  Branded with

  The Sun!

  MANY LIVES AGO

  Your tastes have become refined.

  It used to be

  If someone stole all your coins

  Or locked your sexual pleasures in a room

  You could not reach

  This world would have no meaning

  And a thirst for a hemlock brew

  Might arise.

  But that was many lives ago.

  Now look at yourself:

  You are often still a mess

  Though these days,

  At times,

  You weep because

  You miss

  Him.

  IT WILL STRETCH OUT ITS LEG

  All the classes you have sat in,

  All the money you have paid

  For “truth,”

  Something must be wrong, though,

  If your eye still wanders through the streets

  Acting like a beggar.

  Why not try this:

  Let all the fake teachers starve.

  Picture one of the great masters

  In your mind,

  Put your lips against his cheek

  Each morning.

  Say, keep saying,

  “Dear Beloved, pinch me.

  I want proof You’re near—

  A love-bruise on my rump will do.”

  The Friend is an unfathomable well

  That knows everything;

  Draw from that safe luminous sky.

  Stay near this book,

  It will stretch out its leg and

  Trip you;

  You’ll fall

  Into

  God.

  SOME OF THE PLANETS ARE HOSTING

  The ear becomes alert when music says,

  “I am over here.”

  The eye goes on duty,

  Becomes viable,

  When beauty whistles and points to her dress

  On the ground.

  God has sent out ten thousand messengers

  Announcing a great bash tonight some of the planets

  Are hosting

  Where the lead singer is God,

  Himself.

  But most of those couriers

  Have become drunk, got waylaid,

  Disoriented to the hilt

  With such exalted

  News,

  And can no longer remember

  The time and the

  Place.

  What does that have to do

  With you?

  Plenty.

  Hafiz will fill you in later

  If need

  Be.

  WHAT IS THE ROOT?

  What

  Is the

  Root of all these

  Words?

  One thing: love.

  But a love so deep and sweet

  It needed to express itself

  With scents, sounds, colors

  That never before

  Existed.

  THE SAME SUNTAN

  Burn

  Every address for

  God.

  Any

  Beloved

  Who has just one color of hair,

  One gender, one race,

  The same suntan all the time,

  One rule book,

  Trust me when I say,

  That man is not even

  Half a god

  And will only

  Cause you

  Grief.

  FOR THREE DAYS

  Not many teachers in this world

  Can give you as much enlightenment

  In one year

  As sitting all alone, for three days,

  In your closet

  Would

  Do.

  That means not leaving.

  Better get a friend to help with

  A few sandwiches

  And

  The chamber

  Pot.

  And no reading in there or writing poems,

  That would be cheating;

  Aim high—for a 360 degree

  Detox.

  This sitting alone, though, is

  Not recommended

  If you are normally

  Sedated

  Or have ever been under a doctor’s

  Surveillance because of your

  Brain.

  Dear one,

  Don’t let Hafiz fool you—

  A ruby is buried

  Here.

  TWENTY-THREE

  A Clever Piece of Mutton

  Like a

  Clever piece of mutton

  Refusing to go down the “well”

  Knowing it will so quickly just come out

  The “other end”

  So it lodges itself between one’s teeth—

  That’s the kind of poem Hafiz

  Wants to sing

  Today.

  WHO CAN HEAR THE BUDDHA SING?

  Hafiz,

  Tonight as you sit with your

  Young students

  Who

  Have eyes

  Burning like coals for the truth,

  Raise your glass in honor

  Of The Old Great One from Asia,

  Speak in the beautiful style

  And precision wit of a

  Japanese verse.

 

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