Peter Lucas Hulen

Hafiz

Hafiz

SOME OF THE PLANETS
ARE HOSTING


The ear becomes alert when music says,
"I am over here."

The eye goes on duty,
Becomes viable,

When beauty whistles and points to her dress
On the ground.

God has sent out ten thousand messengers
Announcing a great bash tonight some of the planets
Are hosting
Where the lead singer is God,
Himself.

But most of those couriers
Have become drunk, got waylaid,
Disoriented to the hilt
With such exalted
News.

And can no longer remember
The time and the
Place.

What does that have to do
With you?

Plenty.

Hafiz will fill you in later
If need
Be.




Daniel Ladinsky, Tr.,
The Gift: poems by Hafiz the great Sufi master
(New York: Penguin, 1999)