The Day of Hope
The Day of Hope
THE days of absence and the bitter nights
Of separation, all are at an end!
Where is the influence of the star that blights
My hope? The omen answers: At an end!
Autumn’s abundance, creeping Autumn’s mirth,
Are ended and forgot when o’er the earth
The wind of Spring with soft warm feet doth wend.
The Day of Hope, hid beneath Sorrow’s veil,
Has shown its face–ah, cry that all may hear:
Come forth! the powers of night no more prevail!
Praise be to God, now that the rose is near
With long-desired and flaming coronet,
The cruel stinging thorns all men forget,
The wind of Winter ends its proud career.
The long confusion of the nights that were,
Anguish that dwelt within my heart, is o’er;
‘Neath the protection of my lady’s hair
Grief nor disquiet come to me no more.
What though her curls wrought all my misery,
My lady’s gracious face can comfort me,
And at the end give what I sorrow for.
Light-hearted to the tavern let me go,
Where laughs the pipe, the merry cymbals kiss;
Under the history of all my woe,
My mistress sets her hand and writes: Finis.
Oh, linger not, nor trust the inconstant days
That promised: Where thou art thy lady stays–
The tale of separation ends with this!
Joy’s certain path, oh Saki, thou hast shown–
Long may thy cup be full, thy days be fair!
Trouble and sickness from my breast have flown,
Order and health thy wisdom marshals there.
Not one that numbered Hafiz’ name among
The great-unnumbered were his tears, unsung;
Praise him that sets an end to endless care!

A Suspended Blue Ocean

The sky
Is a suspended blue ocean.
The stars are the fish
That swim.

The planets are the white whales
I sometimes hitch a ride on,

And the sun and all light
Have forever fused themselves

Into my heart and upon
My skin.

There is only one rule
On this Wild Playground,

For every sign Hafiz has ever seen
Reads the same.

They all say,

"Have fun, my dear; my dear, have fun,
In the Beloved's Divine
Game,

O, in the Beloved's
Wonderful
Game."

Hafiz

I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels bless'd; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e'er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones,
To Him we shall return.

molana

The lover’s cause is separate from all other causes
Love is the astrolabe of God's mysteries.

molana

''And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to It for help—for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.''

Khayyam

There is the righteous one, here is ruined me.
See how far it is from one to the other!
What link do piety and righteousness have to the rend's way?
There is the sound of the sermon, here is the melody of the rabab.

My heart grew weary of the cloister, the hypocrite's cloak.
Where is the monastery of the Magi? Where is pure wine?

The day of union are gone. Let them be a joyful memory.
Where is that amorous glance? Where is that reproach?

What can the enemy's heart find in my love's face?
There is that dead lamp, here is this sun candle.

Do not be seduced by her dimpled chin, there is a well in that road.
Where are you going, O heart, in such a hurry?

Since the kohl of our insight is the dust of your doorway,
Please tell us, where do we go from this threshold?

Do not cover rest and sleep from Hafiz, O friend.
What is rest? Which is patience? And where is sleep?


Hafiz

Every where i go...all the places that ive been,every simle is a new horizon on a land ive ever seen.
There are people aroeund the world,diffrent faces ,difrent names,But theres one true emotion that reaminds me we are the same. From laughter of a child to tears of a grown man,there is a thread that runs through us all helps us understand...
As subtle as breeze-that fans a flicker to a flame,From the very first sweet melody to the very last refrain. Its the king of all who live and the queen of good hearts...
Its the ace youuu may keep up your sleeve-til the name all but lost.
As deep as any sea with the rage of any storm.
But as gentle as a falling leave on any autumn morn...

Hed known her since she was very young.She was the most beautifule girl in the world,and he loved her deeply,At one tme he had been her idol.Now he was losing her to another man.Eyes glisttening,he kissed her cheek softly,the smiled as he gave her hand to the groom...

MARK TURNER

Come out from behind the tree,Louie ,so i can spray your brains all over.
"
You dont have the guts to pull the trigger"
"I'vegot more guts to pull the trigger"
"Iv got moreguts than you'r gonna have brains"
"Youve got peanuts for brains,Tony."Bang!!!
"...and aanother!"
"Louis!Tony!Supper!"
"comin,Mom!!!"

PRSCILIAMINTINLING

The show must go on,said the director when the star dropped dead before act one.The star,not the understudy,would play the corpse tonight.
The understudy changed quickly.His performancewas inspired.The star was flawless inhis final role.
The understudy,fingring the syringe in his pocket,bowed to thunderous applause...

SHEREE PELLEMIER