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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

A Poem By HAFIZ (1320-1389)

Every
child
has known God.
Not the God of names.
Not the God of don'ts.
Not the God who ever does
anything weird.
But the God who only knows four words
and keeps repeating them
saying
Come dance with me.
Come
dance.

UPDATE: At the request of my good blogger buddy Sage, I will give you a little bit of a background on Hafiz. I will start by saying that Hafiz is probably my all-time favorite poet, not merely because he writes about his love for God, but because his poems are filled with life, love, and Humor (with a capital 'H'!). I once stayed up all night reading a new translation of his works titled The Gift:, by Daniel Ladinsky. Here's a bit of the biography of Hafiz found on the very first page of this magical book:

Hafiz (c.1320-1389) is the most beloved poet of Persia. Born in Shiraz, he lived at about the same time as Chaucer in England and about one hundred years after Rumi. He spent nearly all of his life in Shiraz, where he became a famous Sufi master. When he died he was thought to have written an estimated 5,000 poems, of which 500 to 700 have survived. His Divan (collected poems) is a classic in the literature of Sufism. The work of Hafiz became known to the West largely through the efforts of Goethe, whose enthusiasm rubbed off on Ralph Waldo Emerson, who translated Hafiz in the nineteenth century. Hafiz's poems were also admired by such diverse writers as Nietzsche, Pushkin, Turgenev, Carlyle, and Carcia Lorca; even Sherlock Holmes quotes Hafiz in one of the stories by Arthur Conan Doyle. In 1923, Hazrat Inayat Khan, the Indian teacher often credited with bringing Sufism to the West, proclaimed that 'the words of Hafiz have won every heart that listens."

Now that I have the book in my hands again, I will post another one of my favorites:

Two Giant Fat People
God
And I have become
Like two giant fat people
Living in a
Tiny boat.
We
Keep
Bumping into each other and
L
A
U
G
H
I
N
G
.

I hope that Daniel Ladinsky will accept a link from his book title to Amazon.com as payment enough for using his translations on my site. I feel confident that Mr. Ladinsky will be tickled that many people are being exposed to Hafiz through his translations on this blog! :)
Tags:
Hafiz, poetry, spirituality

posted by Unknown at 7:07 PM

20 Comments:

Blogger Gyrobo said...

Children are so smart. Too smart for their own good.

That's why society consumes their souls.

9:01 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

You're just insane in the membrane.

BTW--I can't really type too much these days (need to let my arm heal)...that's why I'm posting other people's thoughts.

9:48 PM  
Blogger sage said...

Nice poem--I remember hearing an Orthodox Christian Theologian talk about there being a dance within the Trinity, with God inviting us to join in.

can you enlighten us more about Hafiz (who he was, where he lived, what he did, etc)

9:55 PM  
Blogger kenju said...

Bhakti, I love those poems, especially the last one.

10:49 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Hi Sage, as per your wish, I've added a biography about Hafiz, as well as another poem!

I believe that there are many Christian mystics and theologians who would have written about God inviting us to dance with him. I was born and raised Christian, and I am still a great believer and lover of Jesus. (You'd probably have a hard time telling that from what I write on the blog! I tend to shy away from quoting the Bible or posting pictures of Jesus. I'm trying to think of why, but I can't think of a black and white reason. I believe it has something to do with Jesus just being such a personal experience for me. And the Bible, too. Maybe I'll write more on that later?!)

Actually, I was going to write do a post about Thomas Merton, the famous Christian Contemplative from the Twentieth Century. But while rifling through the dog-eared pages of his books, my eyes fell upon Hafiz's The Gift. Once I start reading Hafiz, I can't stop. Reading Hafiz's poems is like eating potato chips: you can't eat/read just one!

Thanks for your suggestion. Perhaps my next post will be about Rumi or Kabir.

(I'm trying not to type too much because my left arm hurts too much from physical therapy. That's why I want to post the poems instead of my own writing. But, now that I've taken another pain med, I can't really feel the pain anyway!!)

10:50 PM  
Blogger flatlander said...

Nice poems. I never heard of Hafiz before, so thanks for the heads up. I still think my fav Persian poet is Omar Khyyam, or maybe Rumi.

Even as a child, I suspected that God was a little weird.

10:51 PM  
Blogger The Zombieslayer said...

Heh. I like those. I like that attitude towards God.

11:29 PM  
Blogger sage said...

THanks for the information and the new poem. I'm reminded a bit (from memory, I don't have the book at hand) of Anne Sexton's poem on "Rowing toward God" with the hearty laugh of the Almighty.

Again, thanks for sharing for such kind comments on my blog.

8:40 AM  
Blogger sage said...

just read your comments--hope your hand gets better. Yes, I think you're right about the Christian mystics and dancing with God. When I referred to a Orthodox theologian's comments, I was referring to someone in the Eastern Tradition(I think he was Russian Orthodox, but that was many years ago)

8:43 AM  
Blogger Gyrobo said...

Take care o' that arm.

I remember seeing a nature special on how doctors put live maggots into someone's arm to make it heal faster. The maggots ate the dead flesh, allowing the rest to regenerate.

I wouldn't advise that.

8:55 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

ZOMBIE SLAYER: Me too! :)

SAGE: I think all of the mystics in every tradition report the same loving energy as being the source of all. Kinda breaks down the dogma and (I believe) illustrates what the scriptures are trying to convey (at least the scriptures that I've read).

Thank you for your lovely comments, too.

GYROBO: Maggots?????? I think I'll live with the pain!!!!

11:11 AM  
Blogger Gyrobo said...

Suit yourself.

2:16 PM  
Blogger Miladysa said...

(Maggots are probably the way forward!)

Hope you heal soon Bhakti.

I love both poems but especially the Hafiz one :)

2:31 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

GYROBO: that's jsut disgusting!!!
:P

:)

BTW, gyrobocop, I tried hooking up my broadband DSL today, but I'm having trouble. We'll see about fixing it tomorrow.

MILADYSA: Hi! Both poems were actually written by my beloved Hafiz. He's just such a funny lover of wine (his nickname for the big G.)

4:01 PM  
Blogger Miladysa said...

I think I missed something - I had not realised that BOTH were written by him. Please forgive me :)

5:32 PM  
Blogger tshsmom said...

Thank you! I've never heard of Hafiz, but am definitely getting the translations as soon as possible. It's a shame so few of his poems survived.

7:11 PM  
Blogger Stephen said...

Dancing with God...Bumping into God...Laughing together. Now, that's the kind of close relationship, I would want to have with God.

10:42 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like Hafiz too.

10:35 PM  
Blogger Sandy said...

I love the dance poem. Hope that arm mends well and fast.

10:49 PM  
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