when a dog runs up to you wagging itsecstatic tail, you lean over and whisper inits ear,“Beloved, I am so glad you are so happy tosee me! Beloved, I am so glad, so very gladyou have come!” —Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky
One response to “Hafiz, who can you tell in this world that”
Alternate lines: You can have the purr of the cat and the soulful look
of the black dog, the look that says, If I could I would bite
every sorrow until it fled, and when it is August,
you can have it August and abundantly so. You can have love,
though often it will be mysterious, like the white foam
that bubbles up at the top of the bean pot over the red kidneys
until you realize foam’s twin is blood.
—Barbara Ras
One response to “Hafiz, who can you tell in this world that”
Alternate lines:
You can have the purr of the cat and the soulful look
of the black dog, the look that says, If I could I would bite
every sorrow until it fled, and when it is August,
you can have it August and abundantly so. You can have love,
though often it will be mysterious, like the white foam
that bubbles up at the top of the bean pot over the red kidneys
until you realize foam’s twin is blood.
—Barbara Ras