Time is the shop
Where everyone works hard
To build enough love
To break the
Shackle
Wise men keep talking about
Wanting to meet Her
Women sometimes pronounce the word God
A little differently
They can use more feeling and skill
With the heart-lute
All the world's movements
Apparent chaos and suffering, I now know happen
In the Splendid Unison:
Our tambourines are striking
The same thigh.
Hafiz stands
At a juncture in this poem
There are a thousand new wheels I could craft
On a wagon
And place you in -
Lead you to a glimpse of the culture
And seasons in another dimension
Yet again God
Will have to drop you back at the shop
Where you will still have to work
With
Love.
Where everyone works hard
To build enough love
To break the
Shackle
Wise men keep talking about
Wanting to meet Her
Women sometimes pronounce the word God
A little differently
They can use more feeling and skill
With the heart-lute
All the world's movements
Apparent chaos and suffering, I now know happen
In the Splendid Unison:
Our tambourines are striking
The same thigh.
Hafiz stands
At a juncture in this poem
There are a thousand new wheels I could craft
On a wagon
And place you in -
Lead you to a glimpse of the culture
And seasons in another dimension
Yet again God
Will have to drop you back at the shop
Where you will still have to work
With
Love.