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) |