Build a House for Men

You have taken root in the Beloved,
I love your golden branches

And the hundred graceful movements
Your body now makes each time
The wind, children and love
Come near.

Build a house for men and birds
Sit with them- play music.

For a day, for just one day,
Talk about that which disturbs no one
And bring some peace into your
Beautiful eyes.

Why play notes from your soft mouth-flute
That hurt the Blue Sky’s ear?

The Friend has such exquisite taste
That every time you bow to Him

Your mind will become lighter and more

Your spirit will prepare its voice to laugh
In an outrageous freedom.

You have taken root in our Beloved.
I love your emerald branches
And the hundred ways your heart does dance

Every time you discover God is so pleased
Because His hands are always playing catch
With your soul!


Ladinsky, Daniel, The subject tonight is Love- 60 Wild and Sweat Poems of Hafiz

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