Lanterns
Hang from the night sky
So that your eye might draw
One more image of love upon your silk canvas
Before sleep.Words from Him have reached you
And tilled a golden field inside.When all your desires are distilled
You will cast just two votes:
To love more,
And be happy.
Take the sounds from the mouth-flute of Hafiz
And mix them into your seed pouch.
And when the Moon says,
"It is time to Plant,"
Why not dance,
Dance and Sing?
Hafiz
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1 comment:
nice! thank you! (oh by the way... he's persian)
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