Among Strong Men -- Hafiz

[Guest guest]

Among Strong Men

 

My soul is like a young doe-eyed maid

 

With lips

Still bruised from last night's passion.

 

But my Master makes me live

Like a humble servant

 

When any king would trade his throne

For the splendor my eye can see.

 

Call it many things -

Give your desires polite names

If you must;

 

Mask the primal instinct from your reality

 

If you cannot bear that sacred edge

That will hone your ken

Against the Sun and earth.

 

Among strong men in the Tavern

I can speak a truth

 

No one will laugh at:

My heart is like a wild alley cat in heat.

 

In every possible way I conspire

To know freedom and love.

 

Forget about the common reason, Hafiz,

For it only enslaves.

 

There is something holy deep inside you

That is so ardent and awake,

 

That needs to lie down naked

Next to God.

 

 

 

 

("The Subject Tonight is Love" -- versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky

[Guest guest]

Ah hahahah.....now we're gettin' somewhere. But my God! Don't hurt yourself!

Love,

Shawn

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on 6/11/02 6:14 AM, mazie_l at sraddha54 (AT) hotmail (DOT) com wrote:

Among Strong Men

My soul is like a young doe-eyed maid

With lips

Still bruised from last night's passion.

But my Master makes me live

Like a humble servant

When any king would trade his throne

For the splendor my eye can see.

Call it many things -

Give your desires polite names

If you must;

Mask the primal instinct from your reality

If you cannot bear that sacred edge

That will hone your ken

Against the Sun and earth.

Among strong men in the Tavern

I can speak a truth

No one will laugh at:

My heart is like a wild alley cat in heat.

In every possible way I conspire

To know freedom and love.

Forget about the common reason, Hafiz,

For it only enslaves.

There is something holy deep inside you

That is so ardent and awake,

That needs to lie down naked

Next to God.

("The Subject Tonight is Love" -- versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky