You need to become a pen
In the Sun's hand.
We need for the earth to sing
Through our pores and eyes.
The body will again become restless
Until your soul paints all its beauty
Upon the sky.
Don't tell me, dear ones,
That what Hafiz says is not true,
For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny
And you awake to our constant need
for your love
God's lute will beg
For your hands.
The Lute Will Beg
Shams Al-din Hafiz Shirazi
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Poem topics: I love you, beauty, destiny, god, heart, sky, sun, dear, soul, earth, true, body, constant, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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