Guest guest Posted June 24, 2002 Report Share Posted June 24, 2002 Anyone who turns away ashamed from the head of your street will find no work to do that does not bring disgust. By the light of a sheikh a pilgrim finds the Beloved. Heart-lost, at life's end help us taste that wine! The time of judging who's drunk and who's sober, who's right or wrong who's closer to God or farther away, all that's over! This caravan is led instead by a great delight, the simple joy that sits with us. That is the grace. Hafiz! It may be that you've just poured a toast that will wash love free of all its pictures. Taken from 'The Hand of Poetry' Inayat Khan/Coleman Barks Omega publications 1993. Barks took it from 'The Divan', tr. H. Wilberforce Clarke, Octogon Press (London, 1974), Ghazal 244 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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