Sunday, July 27, 2008

Out of the Mouths of a Thousand Birds, by Hafiz

Listen - Listen more carefully to what is around you Right now. In my world There are the bells from the clanks Of the morning milk drums, And a wagon wheel outside my window Just hit a bump Which turned into an ecstatic chorus Of the Beloved's Name. There is the Prayer Call Rising up like the sun Out of the mouths of a thousand birds. There is an astonishing vastness Of movement and Life Emanating sound and light From my folded hands And my even quieter simple being and heart. My dear, Is it true that your mind Is sometimes like a battering Ram Running all through the city, Shouting so madly inside and out About the ten thousand things That do not matter? Hafiz, too, For many years beat his head in youth And thought himself at a great distance, Far from an armistice With God. But that is why this scarred old pilgrim Has now become such a sweet rare vintage Who weeps and sings for you. O listen - Listen more carefully To what is inside of you right now. In my world All that remains is the wondrous call to Dance and prayer Rising up like a thousand suns Out of the mouth of a Single bird. ~ Hafiz ~ (The Subject Tonight is Love -- versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)

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