Invited you to a party
In the ballroom tonight
Will be my special
How would you then treat them
And I know
There is no one in this world
Is not upon
His Jeweled Dance
Don't surrender your loneliness
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My need of God
Poetry of Hafiz
(Khwāja Shamsu d-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Shīrāzī)
Enter quietly into another man's devotion,
slip off your shoes by the door
and feel the rich mandala of the rug upon the floor.
Penitence and prayer, a rich mass well-sung,
the sweetest incense on a golden altar smolders,
triptych panels, or tracks behind the boulders.
Enter and observe, the care, the dedication,
rites and secrets, set man's heart aflame,
and dare not ask, but wonder, what god's name?
To whom are morning matins rising up,
to whom is offered blood in wooden cup?
Is it to God, Jehovah, YHWH, Lord,
who in the form of Christ came to the earth,
and suffered, died, was buried, and arose,
that men who trust in Him may be restored?
Is it to Christ, the Kyrios, King of Kings,
who has revealed his will and asks his own
why do they call him Lord and not obey
but opens hearts, revealing secret things?
If not to God the Father, Son, and Spirit,
what god do men around the earth seek out?
What goodness can their craft and words deserve,
who do not seek the kingdom in His merit?
The beauty that is wrought to no good end
is beauty still, and cannot be denied,
but castles in the sand stand for so long
until erased to nothing by the tide.
Thank God for thought and beauty strewn about
this world, which otherwise would be so spare,
but flee to Christ, not man's inventions,
let that beauty point him out.
Who has believed what he has heard from us?
And to whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed?
For he grew up before him like a young plant,
and like a root out of dry ground;
he had no form or majesty that we should look at him,
and no beauty that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by men;
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the LORD has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.