Hafiz - You Are Rooted In the Beloved
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... Sign in to see full entry.