- May 2, 2004
The Following are seven sacred Hafiz poems. Sip them slowly
like a glass of fine wine. They are all from the book "The Subject
Tonight is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz", translated by
Daniel Ladinsky, who is also the author of two additional Hafiz books
"The Gift" and "Love Poems from God."
Hafiz, whose given name was Shams'ud'din Muhammad (1320-1389),
is a most beloved poet of Persians and lovers of poetry world-wide.
Will Beat You Up
Ten Thousand Idiots
A Potted Plant
Castrating an Ego
To Anything That Moved
In a Tree House
The Place Where You Are Right Now
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WILL BEAT YOU UP
and most all of your sufferings
are from believing
you know better than God.
such a special brand of arrogance as that
always proves disastrous,
and will rip the seams
in your caravan tent,
then cordially invite in many species
of mean biting flies and
TEN THOUSAND IDIOTS
It is always a danger
when they begin
to believe and
as if the ten thousand idiots
who so long ruled
have all packed their bags
and skipped town
A POTTED PLANT
I pull a sun from my coin purse each day.
And at night I let my pet the moon
run freely into the sky meadow.
If I whistled,
she would turn her head and look at me.
If I then waved my arms,
she would come back wagging a marvelous tail
There are always a few men like me
in this world
who are house-sitting for God.
We share His royal duties:
I water each day a favorite potted plant
of His ---
Ask the Friend for love.
Ask Him again.
For I have learned that every heart will get
what it prays for
CASTRATING AN EGO
The only problem with not castrating
a gigantic ego is
that it will surely become amorous
a hundred screaming ideas and kids
who will then all quickly grow up
and skillfully proceed
to run up every imaginable debt
and complication of which your brain
This would concern normal parents
and any seekers of freedom
and the local merchants nearby
They could very easily become forced
to disturb your peace;
all those worries and bills could turn to
The only problem with not lassoing a runaway ego is
you won't have much desire to sing
in this sweet
TO ANYTHING THAT MOVED
Yesterday it was sweet madness,
reciting poems for hours
and talking about love to anything that
I lay down late thinking I might be able to sleep
all the way until there was the light
of resplendent sounds - and polished jokes -
from the morning birds.
That was foolish of me,
for in just a few minutes, three worlds
crawled from a cave in my heart,
built a huge fire and yelled,
They could not contain their happiness
living inside of one as ripe as I.
We began jumping up and down
and banging our heads
like a drunk bronze clapper in a sacred Buddhist bell---
against the fields and mountains,
against all the jeweled walls of this Universe.
Yesterday was such exquisite madness,
singing about the Friend for hours
and talking about love to anything
that dared to move.
Yet I believe another wonderful day,
and perhaps even a sweeter height of rare, inspired insanity,
O Hafiz, has just begun.
IN A TREE HOUSE
will someday split you open
even if your life is now a cage,
for a divine seed, the crown of destiny,
is hidden and sown on an ancient, fertile plain
you hold the title to.
Love will surely bust you wide open
into an unfettered, blooming new galaxy
even if your mind is now
a spoiled mule.
A life-giving radiance will come,
the Friend's gratuity will come---
O look again within yourself,
for I know you were once the elegant host
to all the marvels in creation.
From a sacred crevice in your body
a bow rises each night
and shoots your soul into God.
Behold the Beautiful Drunk Singing One
from the lunar vantage point of love.
He is conducting the affairs
of the whole universe
while throwing wild parties
in a tree house---on a limb
in your heart.
THE PLACE WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW
This place where you are right now
God circled on a map for you.
Wherever your eyes and arms and heart can move
against the earth and sky,
the Beloved has bowed there---
Our Beloved has bowed there knowing
you were coming.
I could tell you a priceless secret about
your real worth, dear pilgrim,
but any unkindness to yourself,
any confusion about others,
will keep one
from accepting the grace, the love,
the sublime freedom
Divine knowledge always offers to you.
Never mind, Hafiz, about
the great requirements this path demands
of the wayfarers,
for your soul is too full of wine tonight
to withhold the wondrous Truth from this world.
But because I am so clever and generous,
I have already clearly woven a resplendent lock
of His tresses
as a remarkable truth and gift
in this poem for you.
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