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Let it ferment and season you as few human and even divine ingredients can. Love asked me to gowith no fear to be alonePromising to be close everywhere I gocloser than my veins.

Every sane person I know has jumped Overboard. That is good for business Isn't it Hafiz? But from Gods infinite certainty, He always Knows that He is the only one Who should ever be put on trial.

Hafiz Doesn't mind answering astronomical questions Like that: You would surely start Reciting all day, inebriated, Rogue-poems Like This. I wish I could show you the infinite incandescence That has cast my brilliant image! It seems they have all built a shrine to the past, And often they go there and do a strange wail and worship.

What is the beginning of happiness? It is to stop being so religious Like That. You may have blinded all of us, every one of us, with your pellet guns by then. But you will still have eyes to see what you have done to us. You're not destroying us. You are constructing us. It's yourselves that you are destroying. Khuda Hafiz. Come back and play me a tune.

I never really cared for the things of this world. It was the glow of your presence that filled it with beauty. Of course, 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 Strange thoughts- That will Beat you Up.

It had been years since her father had shown an interest in anything beyond their walls. Are you crazy, Shekiba? He served as a regional overseer and reported to the authorities in Kabul, the capital. Is not most talking a crazed defense of a crumbling fort?

I have a thousand brilliant lies for the question: What is God? If you think that the Truth can be known from words, If you think that the Sun and the Ocean can pass through that tiny opening called the mouth, O someone should start laughing! Someone should start wildly Laughing,Now! Love is where the glory falls Of thy face: on convent walls Or on tavern floors the same Unextinguishable flame.

Where the turban'd anchorite Chanteth Allah day and night, Church-bells ring the call to prayer, And the Cross of Christ is there. India—a hundred Indias—whispered outside beneath the indifferent moon, but for the time India seemed one and their own, and they regained their departed greatness by hearing its departure lamented, they felt young again because reminded that youth must fly.

We need for the earth to sing Through our pores and eyes. The body will again become restless Until your soul paints all its beauty Upon the sky. Dont tell me, dear ones, That what Hafiz says is not true, For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny And you awake to our constant need for your love Gods lute will beg For your hands.

O ebedi bir yolcuydu. Ama o "ben" yoktu. He said: There is no man on earth who needs a pardon from Me - For there is really no such thing, no such thing as sin! That Beloved has gone completely wild. He has poured Himself into me! I am blissful and drunk and overflowing. Dear world, draw life from my sweet body, Dear wayfaring souls, come drink your fill of liquid rubies, For God has made my heart An Eternal Fountain!

Thus that radiant sphere Constantly pours its energy Upon this earth As does He from behind The veil. With a wonderful God like that Why isn't everyone a screaming drunk? Hafiz 's guess is this: Any thought that you are better or less Than another man Quickly Breaks the wine Glass. Sometimes I just look out at the stars and this love-fear thing comes over me, you know? And sometimes I might sit in a Christian church listening to them talk about Isa with a book of Hafiz in my hands instead of the hymnal.

And you know what, Yusef? Sometimes, every once in a while, I get out my old rug and I pray like Muhammad prayed. I never learned the shit in Arabic and my knees are uncovered, but if Allah has a problem with that then what kind of Allah do we believe in? Your own spiritual path risks being too personal and limited.

What resources do you have compared to the traditions that have thought of things you will never consider? They have refined ideas and images and teachings and moral guidelines expressed in elegant and inspiring ways.

They have produced spiritual beauty of a kind no single person could ever create. It revealed itself to angels Who knew not how to love; It turned shyly towards man And set fire to his heart.

Reason ventured to light Its own flame and wear the crown, But Your radiance Turned the world Of reason upside down.

Others got pleasure As was their fate. My heart was Towards sadness inclined; For me, sorrow was destined. Beauty yearned to see itself; It turned to man to sing its praise.

Hafiz wrote this song Drunk with Love, From a heart Carrying a happy secret. Make haste, the heavenly sphere knows no delay. Before this transient world is ruined and destroyed, ruin me with a beaker of rose-tinted wine.

The sun of the wine dawns in the east of the goblet. Pursue life's pleasure, abandon dreams, and the day when the wheel makes pitchers of my clay, take care to fill my skull with wine! We are not men for piety, penance and preaching but rather give us a sermon in praise of a cup of clear wine. Wine-worship is a noble task, O Hafiz ; rise and advance firmly to your noble task.

She lowered her head to my ear, and whispered, sad-voiced, "My old lover, are you asleep? Come on, hermit, do not blame those who drink to the dregs, there was no other gift when God announced His Mastery.

The smile of the wineglass, a girl's tangled tresses, have broken may penances, as they broke the penance of Hafiz. Fill my goblet full of wine. Hurry, for night will come, and then we'll have to sleep. Outside, the doomsayers are announcing the end of the world. If it is fame and glory that you are looking for from the sun, Then go back to sleep; there is only divine knowledge to its rays.

When Judgment Day arrives and the sky becomes a jug of poor clay, Make your skull into a clay cup, and fill it with this pitcher's wine.

Now is not the time to be making small talk with your friends; Speak only of the cup and of the wine. Hafiz , get up! Get out of bed. You've work to do, And the worship of wine is all the worthwhile work there is! If the forces of grief invade our lovers' veins, cupbearer and I will wash away this temptation.

With rose water we'll mellow crimson wine's bitter cup; we'll sugar the fire to sweeten smoke's emanation. Take this fine lyre, musician, strike up a love song; let's dance, sing all night, go wild in celebration. If mind desires to return while heart cries to stay, here's a quarrel for love's deliberation. Alas, these words and songs go for naught in this land; come, Hafez, let's create a new generation.

And several times in the last week, God Himself has even come to my door Asking me for your address! Once I said, God, I thought You knew everything. Why are You asking me where Your lovers live?

And the Beloved replied, Indeed, Hafiz , I do know everything. But it is fun playing dumb once in a while. And I love intimate chat And the warmth of your hearts fire. Maybe we should make this poem into a song, I think it has potential! How far does this refrain sound, for I know it is a Truth: Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets Trying to find you. And several times in the last week, God Himself has come to my door, So sweetly asking for your address, wanting the beautiful warmth of your hearts fire.

It is time for celebration, not for lying low; You too -- weed out those roots of sadness from your heart. The Sabaa wind arrives; and in deep resonance, the flower passionately rips open its garments, thrusting itself from itself. The Way of Truth, learn from the clarity of water, Learn freedom from the spreading grass.

Pay close attention to the artistry of the Sabaa wind, that wafts in pollen from afar, And ripples the beautiful tresses of the fields of hyacinth flowers. From the privacy of the harem, the virgin bud slips out, revealing herself under the morning star, branding your heart and your faith with beauty. And frenzied bulbul flies madly out of the House of Sadness to unite with the flowers; its love-crazed cry like a thousand-trumpet blast.

Hafez says, and the experienced old ones concur: All you really need is to tell those Stories of the Fair Ones and the Goblet of Wine. It's all right for the beggar to brag that he is a King today. His royal tent is a shadow thrown by a cloud; his throne room is a sown field. This meadow is composing a tale of a spring day in May; The serious man lets the future go and accepts the cash now. Do you really believe your enemy will be faithful to you? The candle the hermit lights goes out in the worldly church.

Make your soul strong then by feeding it the secret wine. When we have turned to dust, this rotten world will press our dust into bricks. My life is a black book. But don't rebuke me too much. No person can ever read the words written on his own forehead. When Hafez's coffin comes by, it'll be all right to follow behind.

Although he is a captive of sin, he is on his way to the Garden. Love seemed easy at first, but grew so complicated later. The sabaa, unravels her braided tresses, spreading the musky scent of her black curls, How our hearts pound with this onrush of blood! How can there be in the house of the Beloved any assurance of settled comfort and pleasure, When at any moment the caravan bells can command us to pack up and leave?

Even if the Master tells you to colour your prayer rug red with wine, As a disciple heed what the Tradition asks of you. Dark night ,frightening waves, terrifying whirlpools How could they know our state, those unaffected ones, sticking to the shore? All my selfish deeds finally led to this bad reputation How can that which people discuss openly be kept a secret? Hafiz , if you desire His presence, do not withhold yourself When you fulfill your deepest desire, when you encounter your Beloved, you relinquish every worldly thing.

Turn your back on those who would imprison your wondrous spirit With deceit and lies. Come, join the honest company of the Kings beggars - Those gamblers, scoundrels and divine clowns and those astonishing fair courtesans Who need Divine Love every night. Come, join the courageous who have no choice but to bet their entire world That indeed, indeed, God is real.

I will lead you into the circle of the Beloveds cunning thieves, Those playful royal rogues, the ones you can trust for true guidance - Who can aid you in this blessed calamity of life. Hafiz , look at the Perfect One at the circles center: He spins and whirls like a Golden Compass, beyond all that is rational, To show this dear world that everything, everything in existence Does point to God.

This consensus has been recently unsettled, however. Now a spirited debate rages around it, especially in evangelical circles. It centers primarily on Muslims who insist that they can be followers of Christ without abandoning Islam. He concluded that each of these verses was open to alternate interpretations, and that he could therefore follow Jesus as a Muslim.

Happy day when, with streaming eyes, I shall go again to sprinkle the tavern floor. There is no knowledge among these folk, Suffer me, God, to offer my jewel of self to another buyer.

If the Friend has gone, rejecting the claim of old friendship, God forbid I should go and look for another friend. If the turn of the heavenly wheel favor me I shall find some other craft to bring him back. My soul seeks wholeness, if that be permitted by his wanton glance and bandit tresses. See our guarded secret, a ballad sung with drum and flute at the gate of another bazaar. Every moment I sigh in sorrow, for fate, every hour strikes at my wounded heart with another torment.

Yet truly I say: Hafiz is not alone in this plight; So many others were swallowed in the desert. Now comes the time when blood gushes into the ruby's heart For the shard hath shattered its value and worth in the mart. The bulbul's power of speech came from the rose's boon Or his beak would be devoid of all this song and tune O thou who in the street of our Love tread Be careful; or his wall may shatter thy head The traveler is accompanied by a hundredfold soul Wherever he is, health and well-being be his dole O heart!

Though the dice of health to thee was cast Sweet is the lot of Love. Cling to it hard and fast Intoxicated, the Sufi wore his hat askew Two more goglets, aslant his turban flew To the sight of thee the heart of Hafiz had been inclined It is now cherished with union.

Put this torment behind. The roof of the sky we may cleave; and a new way seek more aglow. If an army, the shedder of lovers' blood, raise sorrow The Saki and I may join and its foundation pull thorough. The rose water we pour into the goblet of ruddy wine: Into the censer of the wind, the sugar and perfume, we cast in twine.

In thy hand resteth a merry instrument, a sweet melody play: So we may sing a love-song, and dance to the merry note sans delay. O breeze! To the abode of the Beloved, the soul of ours take; That the Monarch of the lovely mayest deign our glance's sake Of reason, one boasteth; another idle talk doth weave: Come and to the just Umpire these disputes leave. Come with us to the tavern if the Garden of Eden thou pine for; So thee, we may cast at once into the pool of abundance galore.

Come so to another Land, we may go. The dust that lies before her door, Love's long desired elixir, pour Upon this wasted heart of mine-- Bring me a promise and a sign! Between the ambush of mine eyes And my heart's fort there's enmity-- Her eye-brow's bow, the dart that flies, Beneath her lashes, bring to me!

Sorrow and absence, glances cold, Before my time have made me old; A wine-cup from the hand of Youth Bring me for pity and for ruth! Then shall all unbelievers taste A draught or two of that same wine; But if they like it not, oh haste! And let joy's flowing cup be mine. Cup-bearer, seize to-day, nor wait Until to-morrow! My heart threw back the veil of woe, Consoled by Hafiz melody: From out the street of So-and-So, Oh wind, bring perfumes sweet to me!

İyi de, kimden? Denize ne oldu, diye soruyor kendine. Deniz bir mit. Doyurdu, huzur verdi sana. Go to the librarian and ask for the book of this bird's songs, and Then go out into the desert. Do you really need college to read this book? Break all your ties with people who profess to teach, and learn from the Pure Bird.

From Pole to Pole the news of those sitting in quiet solitude is spreading. On the front page of the newspaper, the alcoholic Chancellor of the University Said: "Wine is illegal. It's even worse than living off charity.

And be happy, for whatever our Winebringer brings is the essence of grace. The stories of the greed and fantasies of all the so-called "wise ones" Remind me of the mat-weavers who tell tourists that each strand is a yarn of gold. Hafiz says: The town's forger of false coins is also president of the city bank.

So keep quiet, and hoard life's subtleties. A good wine is kept for drinking, never sold. Bewail if my love thou desire. For, we are weeping lovers; yet, tear is our task dire.

Where bloweth a perfumed breeze from the Friend's hair, The Tartary musk-pods lose the aroma once so rare. Give wine so we may the robe of hypocrisy dye; For we are intoxicated with pride; yet, sober are we, aye.

To devise a fancy for Thy tress, fools do not care To get into the chains of love is what the bold souls dare. The wayfarers purchase not for half a corn, The satin coat that void of skill is born.

Difficult it seemeth to reach the Threshold of Thy Love: Aye, difficult as ascending to the rooftop of the heaven above At dawn, in a dream, to the abode of the Beloved did I wend: Oh happy the dream in which one mayest see the Darling Friend. If thou wilt wake- the world, a-quiver, shall rise And mitred priests of love sing on with thee. Hate never pays, though sorrows purify; Be poised in thy Self of love — incarnate, free.

If love resign who shall reveal the sky? Be pledged to noble ways of the ancient Sun; If lose thou must, let it be life — not love. Shall clouds besiege thy star — dominion? Time is fleeting! Look on my long-drawn road, and whence it came, And where it leads!

Can drunkenness be linked to piety And good repute? Where is the preacher's holy monody, Where is the lute? From monkish cell and lying garb released, Oh heart of mine, Where is the Tavern fane, the Tavern priest, Where is the wine?

Past days of meeting, let the memory Of you be sweet! Where are those glances fled, and where for me Reproaches meet? His friend's bright face warms not the enemy When love is done-- Where is the extinguished lamp that made night day, Where is the sun?

Balm to mine eyes the dust, my head I bow Upon thy stair. Where shall I go, where from thy presence? Look not upon the dimple of her chin, Danger lurks there! Where wilt thou hide, oh trembling heart, fleeing in Such mad haste--where? To steadfastness and patience, friend, ask not If Hafiz keep-- Patience and steadfastness I have forgot, And where is sleep? Still though, think about this, This great pull in us to connect.

Why not become the one Who lives with a full moon in each eye That is always saying With that sweet moon Language What every other eye in this world Is dying to Hear. Ask for any forgiveness one more time if you must, ask for forgiveness one more time if you must, then move on to your glory and sublime reign.

After looking out upon the big-eyed crowd of young and inexperienced scissors standing there on their snippers, the aged guru opened and closed with a few thoughts that made every scissor look deep within themselves. Yet God is a playful guard pup, a magnificent constellation with a massive pair of brass balls called the Sun and the Moon.

Visibly excited and panting at the game, this gigantic guard pup wags a tail of stars back and forth then lifts his hind leg like a radiant sequoia tree uprooted from the earth. After blinding them and spraying them with bright yellow doggie urination, he towers over the marked territory of tiny toy soldier figurines, barking, panting, kicking up dust, and doing all those playful doggie things.

Hosed down with blinding misfortune, and standing there dripping with dishonor, the army finally begins to discover the depths of the unbreakable bond between a person and their pup. O keep squeezing drops of the Sun from your prayers and work and music And from your companions' beautiful laughter and from the most insignificant movements of your own holy body.

Now, sweet one, Be wise. Cast all your votes for Dancing! ZERO Zero is where the real fun starts. There's too much counting Everywhere else! It does not have to be forever, right now. One step upon the sky's soft skirt would be enough. Hafiz, awake awhile.

Just one true moment of Love will last for days. Rest all your elaborate plans and tactics for knowing Him, For they are all just frozen spring buds. Far, so far from summer's Divine gold. Awake, my dear. Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of Light and let it breathe. Say, "Love, give me back my wings. Lift me, lift me nearer. What is laughter? It is God waking up! O it is God waking up!

It is the sun poking its sweet head out from behind a cloud You have been carrying too long, veiling your eyes and heart. It is Light breaking ground for a great structure That is your real body, called Truth. It is happiness applauding itself and then taking flight To embrace everyone and everything in this world. Laughter is the polestar held in the sky by our Beloved, Who eternally says, "Yes, dear ones, come this way, come this way toward Me and Love!

Come with your tender mouths moving and your beautiful tongues conducting songs, And with your movements - your magic movements Of hands and feet and glands and cells - Dancing! Know that to God's eye, all movement is a wondrous language, And music, such exquisite, wild music! What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts?

It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up! Filling up all the bowls at this party, taking all the laughs. I would like you to start putting things on the table That can also feed the soul the way I do. That way we can invite A hell of a lot more friends.