Someone Should Start Laughing I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
How are you? I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
What is God? If you think that the Truth can be known
From words, If you think that the Sun and the Ocean Can pass through that tiny opening
Called the mouth,
O someone should start laughing!
Someone should start wildly Laughing — Now!
Persian poet and mystic (1325–1389)
Khwāja Shams-ud-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Shīrāzī (known by his pen name Hafez or Hāfiz) (1325/26–1389/90) was a Persian mystic poet.
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Native Name:
خواجه شمسالدین محمد حافظ شیرازی
Alternative Names:
of Shiraz Šams-al-Din Moḥammad
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Anacreon of Persia
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Khāja Shamsu Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Shīrāzī
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Shamsoddin Mohammad Hafez-e Shirazi
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Ḥāfeẓ
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Moḥammed Shams od-Dīn Ḥafeẓ
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Ḥāfiẓ
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Ḥāfiẓ Shīrāzī
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Shams al-Dīn Muḥammad Shīrāzī
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Shams-ud-Din Mohammed
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Moḥammed Šams al-Dīn Ḥafeẓ
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Hafiz
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Khafiz
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Hafis
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Haafiz
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Häfiz
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بشنو این نکته که خود را ز غم آزاده کنی
خون خوری گر طلب روزی ننهاده کنی
آخرالامر گل کوزه گران خواهی شد
حالیا فکر سبو کن که پر از باده کنی
گر از آن آدمیانی که بهشتت هوس است
عیش با آدمی ای چند پری زاده کنی
تکیه بر جای بزرگان نتوان زد به گزاف
مگر اسباب بزرگی همه آماده کنی
اجرها باشدت ای خسرو شیرین دهنان
گر نگاهی سوی فرهاد دل افتاده کنی
خاطرت کی رقم فیض پذیرد هیهات
مگر از نقش پراگنده ورق ساده کنی
کار خود گر به کرم بازگذاری حافظ
ای بسا عیش که با بخت خداداده کنی
ای صبا بندگی خواجه جلال الدین کن
که جهان پرسمن و سوسن آزاده کنی
Laughter What is laughter? What is laughter?
It is God waking up! O it is God waking up!
It is the sun poking its sweet head out
From behind a cloud
You have been carrying too long,
Veiling your eyes and heart.
It is Light breaking ground for a great Structure
That is your Real body — called Truth.
It is happiness applauding itself and then taking flight
To embrace everyone and everything in this world.
Laughter is the polestar
Held in the sky by our Beloved,
Who eternally says,
“Yes, dear ones, come this way,
Come this way toward Me and Love!
I WISH I COULD SPEAK LIKE MUSIC I wish I could speak like music. I wish I could put the swaying splendor
Of the fields into words So that you could hold Truth
Against your body
And dance. I am trying the best I can
With this crude brush, the tongue, To cover you with light. I wish I could speak like divine music. I want to give you the sublime rhythms
Of this earth and the sky’s limbs As they joyously spin and surrender,
Surrender
Against God’s luminous breath. Hafiz wants you to hold me
Against your precious
Body And dance,
Dance.
Everything You Do is Sacred
Now is the time to know
That all that you do is sacred.
Now is the time to understand
That all your ideas of right and wrong
Were just a child’s training wheels
To be laid aside
When you can finally live
With veracity
And love.
…Now is the time for the world to know
That every thought and action is sacred.
This is the time
For you to deeply compute the impossibility
That there is anything
But Grace.
Now is the season to know
That everything you do
Is sacred.
WHAT SHOULD WE DO ABOUT THAT MOON? A wine bottle fell from a wagon And broke open in a field. That night one hundred beetles and all their cousins Gathered And did some serious binge drinking. They even found some seed husks nearby And began to play them like drums and whirl. This made God very happy. Then the “night candle” rose into the sky And one drunk creature, laying down his instrument, Said to his friend — for no apparent Reason, “What should we do about that moon?” Seems to Hafiz Most everyone has laid aside the music Tackling such profoundly useless Questions.