#hafiz
~though nameless, she knows for whom the poem tolls~
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my dear one,
raving is freeing,
unabashed admiration,
enfilling us with overflowing contentment
when one reads a poem
they love, of love, of life.
that enthralls,
bringing tears
both salty & sweet,
a rave is a unquieted overflowing compliment
from a different vein, a special duct,
reserved for special purpose,
so I ask what shall I call you,
nameless, faceless, one,
in order to rave?
❤️
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an afterthought
———-
God Just Came Near
A Poem by Hafiz
—-
“No one
in need of love
Can sit with my verse for
An hour
And then walk away without carrying
Golden tools,
And feeling that God just came near."{
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 6:18 AM UTC
Every Child Not every Child
Has known God, Has known God,
Not the God of names, All no-named, especially Gods,
Not the God of don’ts, No don’ts, only one do.
Not the God who ever No Life, surviving is weird,
Anything weird, Anything good, beyond belief,
But the God who only But this God speaks not-a-word,
knows four words and vocabulary of wet, dampening silence,
keeps repeating them, no repetition or explaining required,
saying: saying (nothing, only raining tears:):
“Come dance with Me.” “Rain is water, life,”
Come Dance. Come Survive,. Dance in Rain.
Hafiz (1320-1389). Lipstadt (20~21st Century)
May 6, 2023
May 6, 2023 at 3:17 PM UTC
a thousand brilliant lies
(Hafiz, Iran 1320-1389); (L.F.P., USA 20~21st century)
- Hafez - - Left Foot Poet-
“I have a if only, in my meager possess,
thousand brilliant lies, but one lie when easy asked
For the question: the simplest damning of,
How are you? are you generally happy?
I have a what is god you ask,
thousand brilliant lies. no lies required,
For the question: many answers upon my face visible,
What is God? unsure if any worthy of believing
If you think that the 8 centuries separate us, yet
Truth can be known, you lie; we poets - you, I, all believe
From words in the divinity of words
If you think that the a thousand brilliant sparkles
Sun and the Ocean, when Sun loves the Ocean,
Can pass through that each one a poem passing,
tiny opening Called my mouth, my wide eyes,
the mouth, uttering a Cohen's hallelujah
O someone should So we gleam, mirthing in glorious
start laughing! and gleeful delight at ourselves
Someone should start for your brilliant happy lies easily
wildly Laughing Now!"
unravel into a thousand laughs
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
"همه جا" از حافظ / "همه جا" توسط لیپستاد
Hafiz Lipstadt
(1320 ~ 1389) (20th ~ 21st century)
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Running Sitting
Through the streets On the sidewalk curb
Screaming, Observing,
Throwing rocks through windows, Rocks falling all around,
Using my own head to ring Striking my head, ringing in
Great bells, Great waves of thought,
Pulling out my hair, My hair stands straight up,
Tearing off my clothes, My clothes’ fibers come alive,
Tying everything I own All possessions, the poems, yet
To a stick, Unwritten, less valuable than,
And setting in on The air that feeds the flames of
Fire. Their burning.
What else can Hafiz do tonight What else can Lipstadt do tonight
To celebrate the madness, But acknowledge the truthfulness,
The joy, The madness,
Of seeing God In~Exhaling God in each breath
Everywhere! Everywhere!
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Hafiz
(1320 ~ 1389)
_____
The tide of my love
Has risen so high let me flood over
You.
Close your eyes for a moment
And maybe all your fears and fantasies
Will end.
If that happened
God would become an infant in your
Arms
And then you
Would have to nurse all
Creation!
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L.F.P.
(20th - 21st century)
the floodplain of my love
has spread so wide encompassing all of
You.
Opened your eyes forever
And every prayer and wish uttered see
true realized.
Since this is inevitable
God, our parent, will have raised us well,
each ever cherished.
And then you and I
obligated to write His song, name it
Hallelujah!
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
Infectious!
by Hafiz aka Hafez
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I became infected with happiness tonight
as I wandered idly, singing in the starlight.
Now I'm wonderfully contagious—
so kiss me!
Keywords/Tags: Hafiz, Hafez, translation, infected, infectious, happiness, contagious, kiss, me, starlight, moonlight, singing, wander, wandered, wandering, joy
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:05 AM UTC
Infectious!
by Hafiz aka Hafez
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I became infected with happiness tonight
as I wandered idly, singing in the starlight.
Now I'm wonderfully contagious—
so kiss me!
Keywords/Tags: Hafiz, Hafez, infected, infectious, happiness, contagious, kiss, me, singing, starlight, moonlight, joy, delirious, wander, wandered, wandering, mystic, mystical, love, passion, desire
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 2:49 AM UTC
Dispensing Keys
by Hafiz aka Hafez
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The imbecile
constructs cages
for everyone he knows,
while the sage
(who has to duck his head
whenever the moon glows)
keeps dispensing keys
all night long
to the beautiful, rowdy,
prison gang.
Keywords/Tags: Hafiz, Hafez, translation, imbecile, cages, sage, duck, head, moon, keys, night, prison, gang, prisoners, inmates, felons
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
یقینوں کی سرحد، سوالوں سے آگے
گمانوں سے اوپر، خیالوں سے آگے
حقیقت کی پہچان باطن سے جاگے
دلیلوں سے بالا، حوالوں سے آگے
مری سوچ کی جس جگہ انتہا ہے
جلایت سماوی، تپش منتہیٰ ہے
ذرائع ، وسیلے، نشاں, استعارے
قدم دو قدم ساتھ چلتے سہارے
سبھی راستوں پر توکل زمینیں
سبھی گردشوں میں مقابل جبینیں
ہجومِ سلاسل میں قلبِ مجرد
جہاں نہ رسائی ہو ایسی وہ خلوت
وہاں کوئی نفسی، خودی، نہ انا ہے
مری سوچ کی جس جگہ انتہا ہے
وہاں پر خدا ہے، وہاں بھی خدا ہے
ع
۱۰۔۳۔۱۷
The dominion of faith is beyond the line of questions
Above the strata of probabilities
Ahead of the limits of imaginations
Recognition of truth arises from within
Independent of reasoning and evidence
Unaffected by references and certifications.
Where is the boundary of my awareness?
Heavenly light, infinite candescence
Resources, means, symbolisms, provenance
Temporary camaraderies and companionships...
On all paths, the ground is made of tawakul
In all circumvolutions, brows are directed centrally
In the swarm of connectivity, the core remains vacant
Where nothing can reach, such is the solitude there
Where there is no person, no self, no ego
Where there is the boundary of my awareness
There is God! There, too, is God.
A
10.3.17
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
There are different wells in your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.
In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That ‘love’ is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.
Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them in a blanket to protect you.
There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
for that.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC