The Lute Will Beg

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.



Hafiz

Translations by David Ladinsky