We are at the Nile’s end.
We are carrying particles
From every continent, creature, and age.
It has been raining on the plains
Of our vision for millions of years.
And our senses are so muddy compared to Yours—dear God,
But I only hear these words from You
Where we are all trying to embrace the Clear Sky-Ocean,
“Dear one, come.
Please, my dear ones, come.”
—Hafiz, The Gift, translations by Daniel Ladinsky, p.115
