Without Brushing My Hair
The
Closer
I get to you, Beloved,
The more I can see
It is just You and I all alone
In this
World.
I hear
A knock at my door,
Who else could it be,
So I rush without brushing
My hair.
For too
Many nights
I have begged for Your
Return
And what
Is the use of vanity
At this late hour, at this divine season,
That has now come to my folded
Knees?
If your love letters are true dear God
I will surrender myself to
Who you keep saying
I
Am.
~ Hafiz, The Garden of Heaven: Poems of Hafiz (Dover Thrift Editions)
