I found this wonderful poem of Hafiz in Thomas Meehan's blog 'The Words of a Mystic"
GOD POURS LIGHT...
God
pours light
into every cup,
quenching darkness.
The proudly pious
stuff their cups with parchment
and critique the taste of ink
while God pours light
and the trees lift their limbs
without worry of redemption,
every blossom a chalice.
Hafiz, seduce those withered souls
with words that wet their parched lips
as light
pours like rain
into every empty cup
set adrift on the Infinite Ocean.
~ Hafiz ~
(Ghazal 11, translated by Jose Orez)
Words are superfluous, but still, a brief comment is justified:
Our heart is the cup that should be empty, but it is full of words, even when we are pious; and when empty and in its natural state, God will pour his light, like he blesses all nature with light,. The words of Hafiz are not empty words, but they carry with them God's light, and we who vainly seek happiness in words, shall find in them some comfort and a luminous passage to His Light.
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