Hafiz - Throw Then Out
THREW THEM OUT OF WHACK Sometimes when visitors come and words have done what they can, I say, There is a lute in the room where I rest. Go there, please, and fetch that, for I am having trouble walking these days. I will play you a tune that came to me last night when I was bowed in prayer, For I noticed this morning when I hummed it Some angels with hangovers gathered near And they felt better. It is not that they were drinking things we Do; it is that they stepped into the minds Of some... Sign in to see full entry.