It was beautiful,
It was so beautiful one night

We all began expecting to hear
God speak

In the waves reaching toward
The millet fields,

From the mouths of the hanging sky-ornaments
Crooning in light's intimate codes,

From the glances of plants and children
Playing with effulgent love.

Existence was so beautiful one night
We all began to expect
Our Beloved would
Speak

At the height of our wing's senses
That were stunned
Trying to comprehend the divine
Through the tiny organic
Filters,

That were stunned in glimpsing the reality
Of the thousand miraculous components
Of each moment
And step.

But we can't,
We can't yet hear God whistling inside,
So we weep.

We will all weep in some way
Until we
Do.

(Hafiz)

'The Gift' Poems by Hafiz - translations by Daniel Ladinsky