I pull a sun from my coin purse each day.
And at night I let my pet the moon
run freely into the sky meadow.
If I whistled,
she would turn her head and look at me.
If I then waved my arms,
she would come back wagging a marvelous tail
of stars.
There are always a few men like me
in this world
who are house-sitting for God.
We share His royal duties:
I water each day a favorite potted plant
of His--
this earth.
Ask the Friend for love.
Ask Him again.
For I have learned that every heart will get
what it prays for
most.
taken from Hafiz's "The Subject Tonight Is Love"
translated by Daniel Ladinsky
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