skipping like a child.

And For No Reason

And

For no reason

I start skipping like a child.

And

For no reason

I turn into a leaf

That is carried so high

I kiss the Sun’s mouth

And dissolve.

And

For no reason

A thousand birds

Choose my head for a conference table,

Start passing their

Cups of wine

And their wild songbooks all around.

And

For every reason in existence

I begin to eternally,

To eternally laugh and love!

When I turn into a leaf

And start dancing,

I run to kiss our beautiful Friend

And I dissolve in the Truth

That I Am

Hafiz 

Khwāja Shamsu d-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Shīrāzī (Persian: خواجه شمس‌الدین محمد حافظ شیرازی), known by his pen name Hāfez (1325/1326 – 1389/1390), was a Persian lyric poet.

 
 
 

Spring and all its flowers

Spring and all its flowers

now joyously break their vow of silence.
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.

The Glow of Your Presence

The Glow of Your PresenceWhere have you taken your sweet song?Come back and play me a tune.

I never really cared for the things of this world.

It was the glow of your presencethat filled it with beauty.

by Hafiz
(1320 – 1389) 
English version by
David and Sabrineh Fideler

Original Language
Persian/Farsi

Muslim / Sufi
14th Century

 

great journey of love

What Happens?

What happens when your soul
Begins to awaken
Your eyes
And your heart
And the cells of your body
To the great Journey of Love? 

First there is wonderful laughter
And probably precious tears 

And a hundred sweet promises
And those heroic vows
No one can ever keep. 

But still God is delighted and amused
You once tried to be a saint. 

What happens when your soul
Begins to awake in this world 

To our deep need to love
And serve the Friend? 

O the Beloved
Will send you
One of His wonderful, wild companions ~
Like Hafiz. 

From: ‘I Heard God Laughing – Renderings of Hafiz’ – Daniel Ladinsky

Dance, Dervish Dance……

Dance, dervish dance ….

bring the face of god before you.

only love can lift the heart up so high that its true color is restored by the sun!

see him near and clapping, that perfect one who fathers divine rhythm.

o dance, dervish dance ……

and know you bring your master happiness whenever you smile.

last night so many tears took flight because of joy that the sky god crowded and complained

when i discovered god hiding again in my heart

and i could not cease to celebrate.

hafiz

It happens all the time in heaven


It happens all the time in heaven,
And some day
It will begin to happen
Again on earth –

That men and women who are married,

And men and men who are
Lovers,

And women and women
Who give each other
Light,

Often will get down on their knees
And while so tenderly
Holding their lover’s hand,
With tears in their eyes,
Will sincerely speak, saying,

“My dear,
How can I be more loving to you;
How can I be more
Kind?”

–Hafiz

THE LUTE WILL BEG

THE LUTE WILL BEG You need to become a pen
In the Sun´s hand.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.

Don´t 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

God´s lute will beg
For your hands.

Hafiz

Every child has known God


Every child has known God, 
Not the God of names, 
Not the God of don’ts, 
Not the God who ever does Anything weird, 
But the God who knows only 4 words. 
And keeps repeating them, saying:

“Come Dance with Me , come dance.”

— Hafiz

Khwāja Shamsu d-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Shīrāzī (Persian: خواجه شمس‌الدین محمد حافظ شیرازی), known by his pen name Hāfez (1325/1326 – 1389/1390), was a Persian lyric poet. 

His collected works composed of series of Persian poetry (Divan) are to be found in the homes of most Iranians, who learn his poems by heart and use them as proverbs and sayings to this day. 

His life and poems have been the subject of much analysis, commentary and interpretation, influencing post-Fourteenth Century Persian writing more than any other author.

Hafez was acclaimed throughout the Islamic world during his lifetime, with other Persian poets imitating his work, and offers of patronage from Baghdad to India. Today, he is the most popular poet in Iran. Most libraries in India, Pakistan, and Iran contain his Diwan.

love all.

song to God

Saints Bowing in the Mountains

Do you know how beautiful you are?

I think not, my dear.

For as you talk of God,

I see great parades with wildly colorful bands

Streaming from your mind and heart,

Carrying wonderful and secret messages

To every corner of this world.

I see saints bowing in the mountains

Hundreds of miles away

To the wonder of sounds

That break into light

From your most common words.

Speak to me of your mother,

Your cousins and your friends.

Tell me of squirrels and birds you know.

Awaken your legion of nightingales—

Let them soar wild and free in the sky.

And begin to sing to God.

Let’s all begin to sing to God!

Do you know how beautiful you are?

I think not, my dear,

Yet Hafiz

Could set you upon a Stage

And worship you forever!

–Hafiz