Songs from the past

Dividing God

The moon starts singing
When everyone is asleep
And the planets throw a bright robe
Around their shoulders and whirl up
Close to her side.

Once I asked the moon,
“Why do you and your sweet friends
Not perform so romantically like that
To a larger crowd?”

And the while sky chorus resounded,

“The admission price to hear
The lofty minstrels
Speak of love

Is affordable only to those
Who have not exhausted themselves
Dividing God all day
And thus need rest.

The thrilled Tavern fiddlers
Who are perched on the roof

Do not want their notes to intrude
Upon the ears
Where an accountant lives
With a sharp pencil
Keeping score of words
Another

In their great sorrow or sad anger
May have once said
To you”

Hafiz knows:
The sun will stand as your best man
And whistle

When you have found the courage
To marry forgiveness,

When you have found the courage
To marry
Love.

– Shams-ud-din Muhammad (1320-1389), Hafiz, the great Sufi master
translated by Daniel Ladinsky

This poem was written by a Persian poet in the 14th century. The poem is supposed to be religious, but to me this is more about love and the beauty of it. It’s just an exquisite piece of art. I am NOT a Muslim NOR am I religious, but I find some Islamic arts very fascinating.

 

 

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