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I sit in the streets with the homeless

 

My clothes stained with the wine 

From the vineyards the saints tend.

 

Light has painted all acts the same color

 

So I sit around and laugh all day

With my friends.

 

At night if I feel a divine loneliness

I tear the doors off Love’s mansion

 

And wrestle God onto the floor.

 

He becomes so pleased with Hafiz

And says, “Our hearts should do this more.”

 

—Hafiz, The Gift, translations by Daniel Ladinsky, p. 191