Trying to Wear Pants


Trying to Wear Pants

a poem, by Hafiz

You are
A royal fish
Trying to wear pants
In a Country as foreign
as land.

Now there’s a problem
worth discussing.

Your separation from God has ripened.
Now fall like a golden fruit
Into my hand.

All your wounds from craving love
Exist because of heroic deeds.

Now trade in those medals;
That courage will help this world.

One needs to love those they have yet to love
To stand near the Friend.

Be a royal fish
Trying to wear pants?