Water
Gets poured through a cloth
To become free of impurities.
The Beloved's Name
Is a mystical weave and pattern--
A hidden sieve of effulgence
We need to pass through thousands of
Times.
From my constant remembrance
Of the Friend,
All I now say is safe to
Drink.
Something that I have learned
From the Kind Radiant One
Who drew me from the unfathomable
Sky's well
Makes me playful all day
Long.
~ The Subject Tonight Is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz; Daniel Ladinsky, translator.
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