worship you forever

Saints Bowing in the mountains. Do you know how beautiful you are?

I think not, my dear. For as you talk of God,

I see great parades with wildly colorful bands

Streaming from your mind and heart, Carrying wonderful and secret messages

To every corner of this world. I see saints bowing in the mountains

Hundreds of miles away , To the wonder of sounds

That break into light , From your most common words.

Speak to me of your mother, Your cousins and your friends.

Tell me of squirrels and birds you know. Awaken your legion of nightingales—

Let them soar wild and free in the sky. And begin to sing to God.

Let’s all begin to sing to God! ,Do you know how beautiful you are?

I think not, my dear, Yet Hafiz

Could set you upon a Stage , And worship you forever!

― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )

Dance Divine

I saw you dancing last night
on the roof of your house
all alone.

I felt your heart longing for the Friend.
I saw you whirling
beneath the soft bright rose
that hung from an invisible stem in the sky.

So I began to change into my best clothes
in hopes of joining you,
even though I live a thousand miles away.

And if you had spun like an immaculate sphere
just two more times,
then bowed again so sweetly to the east,
you would have found God and me
standing so near
and lifting you into our arms.

I saw you dancing last night
near the roof of this world

― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )

A poet

A poet is someone 
Who can pour Light into a cup
and raise it to nourish your
beautiful parched holy mouth

― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )