More Nostalgia

In this post, I introduce some lyrics that I came across a long time back when I did not care to find out who their progenitor was. I was, I guess, then lost in a world that was not much different from what most of us find in our dreams, and now I am wide awake, I see things clearly, I am conscious and curious of things around me. It also reminds me of what my auricle or ventricle (or maybe it was whole of my heart) told me that I could dream all I want but while I lay there snoozing on my own, I was surely going to miss out on a lot of things in the real world.

The following lyrics were conceived by the early fourteenth century Persian poet who went by the name Hāfez.

It Felt Love

How

Did the rose

Ever open its heart

And give to this world

All its

Beauty?

It felt the encouragement of light

Against its

Being.

Otherwise,

We all remain

Too

Frightened.

Friends Do Things Like This

Friends do things like this:

Tell which mat their house key is

Hidden under.

Hafiz, jump over, cut through

All the small talk today:

Look beneath the right-hand corner

Of the Kirman behind

The barn

(Where my sweet dog is usually

Sleeping

Don’t worry, she won’t bite)

For you would not believe

The extraordinary view

Of God

From my bedroom

Window.