All that matters is to be at one with the living God
to be a creature in the house of the God of Life.
Like a cat asleep on a chair
at peace, in peace
and at one with the master of the house, with the mistress,
at home, at home in the house of the living,
sleeping on the hearth, and yawning before the fire.
Sleeping on the hearth of the living world
yawning at home before the fire of life
feeling the presence of the living God
like a great reassurance
a deep calm in the heart
as of the master sitting at the board
in his own and greater being,
in the house of life.
Sulamitka ...un giardino chiuso tu sei, una fonte sigillata...
Un giardino chiuso tu sei,
sorella mia, sposa,
un giardino chiuso, una fonte sigillata.
I tuoi germogli sono un paradiso di melegrane
con i frutti più squisiti:
cipro con nardi,
nardo e zafferano, cannella e cinnamomo,
con ogni albero d’incenso,
di mirra e di aloe,
con tutti i più preziosi aromi.
Fontana che irrora i giardini,
pozzo di acque vive,
che scaturiscono dal Libano.
Dèstati, aquilone; entra, austro:
soffia sul mio giardino,
stillino i suoi aromi!
Entri il mio amato nel suo giardino e ne mangi i frutti più squisiti!
Cantico dei Cantici 4.12-16
Seen You heal
A hundred deep wounds with one glance
From Your spectacular eyes,
While your hands, beneath the table,
Pour large bags of salt into the heart-gashes
Of Your most loyal servants.
Dear world, I can offer
An intelligent explanation
For our suffering,
But I hope it really makes sense
To no one here,
And come morning,
You are again at God’s door
With ax and pickets,
Eloquent petitions and complaints.
That is to say,
Hafiz, you are often completely soaked
The only advantage I can see in this
In the Friend’s long-range plan
Is that when the Beloved bursts
Into ecstatic flames
This whole world will not turn into
A bright oil wick all at once,
Then divine ash,
And ruin His
Hafiz “The Gift”
So Many Gifts Hafiz
The Beloved does not mind repeating,
“Everything I have is also yours.”
Please forgive Hafiz and the Friend
If we break into a sweet laughter
When your heart complains of being thirsty
When ages ago
Every cell in your soul
Into this infinite golden sea.
In the middle of one of Creation’s favorite
Indeed, a lover’s pain is this sleeping,
There are so many gifts, my dear,
Still unopened from your birthday.
O, there are so many hand-crafted presents
That have been sent to your life
Hafiz “The Gift”
Hafiz from "The Gift"
I am a man
Who knows the ten thousand positions of
I can tell by the light in your eyes
That you are still most familiar
With the few earthly ones,
But would not a good father
Instruct all his heirs
Toward that path that will someday
This world is a treacherous place
And will surely slay and drown the lazy.
The only life raft here is love
And the Name.
Say it brother,
O, say the divine Name, dear sister,
Silently as you walk.
Don’t die again
With that holy ruby mine inside
When you could be swinging
A golden pick with
Hafiz from “The Gift”