THE MOUNTAIN GOT TIRED OF SITTING
The sun
Won a beauty contest and became a jewel
Set upon God's right hand.
The earth agreed to be a toe ring on the
Beloved's foot
And has never regretted its decision.
The mountains got tired
Of sitting amongst a sleeping audience
And are now stretching their arms
Toward the Roof.
The clouds gave my soul an idea
So I pawned my gills
And rose like a winged diamond
Ever trying to be near
More love, more love
Like you.
The Mountain got tired of sitting
Amongst a snoring crowd inside me
And rose like a ripe sun
Into my eye.
My soul gave my heart a brilliant idea
So Hafiz is rising like a
Winged diamond.
(Hafiz)
'The Gift' Poems by Hafiz - translations by Daniel Ladinsky
