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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Being a Poet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Hafiz <br>sang the poetry in his heart <br>in the beautiful gardens of Shiraz </div><div style="margin:10px 0">they said his voice was like <br>pouring light into a cup <br>when the soul is thirsty </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so no-one wrote it down; for <br>the page does not always sing; <br>better now, to seek out an old woman <br>who had heard Hafiz when she was young, <br>ask her to speak those verses <br>as she remembered them </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or even to ask her grandchild <br>who remembered the light <br>of his voice in her grandmother’s eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because Hafiz <br>never saw anyone <br>who is not God </div><div style="margin:10px 0">he called God sometimes Friend, <br>sometimes Beloved, <br>or Sweet Uncle, Generous Merchant, <br>The Immediate One, <br>The Problem Giver, <br>The Problem Solver, or <br>The Clever Rascal. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because Hafiz <br>never saw anywhere <br>which is not God </div><div style="margin:10px 0">he gave God’s address as <br>sometimes the holes in the roof, <br>or the cracks in the walls, <br>or even the back door <br>of a favourite pub </div><div style="margin:10px 0">where God is the dancer, <br>the musician, the wine, <br>the beautiful companion. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hafiz knew <br>we need poets <br>to bring rest and refreshment <br>because separation from God <br>is the hardest work in the world. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So don’t do a thing; <br>just rest there, and <br>we’ll bring you what you need. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">* </div><div style="margin:10px 0">[To Daniel Ladinsky, translator of 'Hafiz', <br>Shams-ud-din Muhammad, <br>c.1320-1389]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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sang the poetry in his heart 
in the beautiful gardens of Shiraz 

they said his voice was like 
pouring light into a cup 
when the soul is thirsty 

so no-one wrote it down; for 
the page does not always sing; 
better now, to seek out..."></div>
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