Photography by David Marcu

Photography by David Marcu

 

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