It used to be
That when I would wake in the morning
I could with confidence say,
”What am ‘I’ going to
That was before the seed
Now Hafiz is certain:
There are two of us housed
In this body,
Doing the shopping together in the market and
Tickling each other
While fixing the evening’s food.
Now when I awake
All the internal instruments play the same music:
”God, what love-mischief can ‘We’ do
For the world
Another gem from ‘The Gift – Poems By Hafiz, Tranlsations by Daniel Ladinsky.