Hafiz - The Classroom
The hand sat in the classroom Of the eye And soon learned to love Beauty. The sky sat in the classroom Of God And now look what it gives us at night: All that it learned. There was a time when man Was so burdened with survival That he rarely bathed in dancing sounds. But dear ones, Now drop your pointed shields that wound. What happens to the guest who visits the house Of a great musician? Of course his tastes become refined. There are some who can visit That Luminous Sphere that reveals This... Sign in to see full entry.