POETRY: Gabriel’s News by Hafez
Come, come, this Pantheon of desire is set On wobbly stones. Bring some wine, For the joists of life are laid on the winds. The man who can walk beneath the blue wheeling Heavens and keep his clothes free of the dark Of attachment–I’ll agree to be the slave of his high will. What can I tell you? Last night at the tavern, when I was drunk and ruined, what glad news Did Gabriel bring from the invisible world? Your perch is on the lote tree in Paradise, Oh, wide-seeking hawk, what are you doing Crouching in this mop closet of calamity? People on the battlements of Heaven are Blowing the whistle to bring you back. How does it happen that you tripped the noose? I’ll give you this advice: Please learn it And practice it well. [...]