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THE SKY HUNTER
Keep
Ringing the bell,
Playing the tamboura, calling for Him.
For you
Have touched something holy inside
With your spirit-body
And now your eyes look broken
Without His sacred presence near.
The heart is like that: blessed and ruined
Once it has known
Divine beauty,
Then,
It becomes a restless sky hunter.
The lover keeps circling in their being
Their sweetest moments
With God
Needing to kiss
His face
Again.
(Hafiz)
'The Gift' Poems by Hafiz - translations by Daniel Ladinsky
All images copyright of photographer Susanne v. Schroeder
Neal Nye | 31-Aug-2008 11:45 | |
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