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.
By …..Hafiz
