There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.
In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That “love” is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.
Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.
There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.
The earth braces itself for the feet
Of a lover of God about to
Dance.
The sky becomes very timid
When a great saint starts waving his arms
In joy,
For the sky knows its prized fixtures,
The sun, the moon, the planets
Could all wind up
Rolling so wild on the floor!
My dear, this world, its laws,
Our perception,
Are such a minute of existence.
Should not all our suffering and sadness be like this:
As just dropped from an infants palm
That is asleep against the breast
Of God?
The earth braces itself for the feet of Hafiz,
The sky pulls a mirror from its pocket
And is practicing looking
Coy.
For the beloved has at last
Opened His arms
And is inviting to eternally
Dance!
The day candle (sun) has forgotten the hour:
The whole worlds has gone joyfully mad.
Look,
The sun’s sweet cheeks are blushing
In the middle of the night
Desiring the rampage of the feet
Of Gods lovers.
