Death is a favor to us, But our scales have lost their balance. The impermanence of the body Should give us great clarity, Deepening the wonder in our senses and eyes Of this mysterious existence we share And are surely just traveling through. If I were in the Tavern tonight, Hafiz would call for drinks And as the Master poured, I would be reminded That all I know of life and myself is that We are just a midair flight of golden wine Between His Pitcher and His Cup. If I were in the Tavern tonight, I would buy freely for everyone in this world Because our marriage with the Cruel Beauty Of time and space cannot endure very long. Death is a favor to us, But our minds have lost their balance. The miraculous existence and impermanence of Form Always makes the illumined ones Laugh and sing. ‘The subject tonight is Love – 60 wild and sweet poems of Hafiz’ Versions by Daniel Ladinsky

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