Hafiz - Until You Paint All Your Beauty
You need to become a pen In the Sun´s hand. We need for the earth to sing Through our pores and eyes. The body will again become restless Until your soul paints all its beauty Upon the sky. Don´t tell me, dear ones, That what Hafiz says is not true, For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny And you awake to our constant need for your love God´s lute will beg For your hands. The Lute Will Beg For Your Hands The Gift Poems by Hafiz the Great Sufi Master Translated by Daniel Ladinsky Sign in to see full entry.