Lyrics

The Chorus in the Eye
Your eye has a melody we want to hear.
The sun and moon will gladly wear robes and sway like children at play;
when the Pir directs light, when the saint conducts sight.
Slipping magic into sounds, won’t you pour them in the ground?
into the earth’s bruised ear. Can’t you hear?
Mashuq, Mashuq ―Mashuq! Sweetheart, Sweetheart, you are my counterpart.
Hafiz won’t you whisper of luminous bliss
that kisses each traveller through time
won’t you tell all the world of nature sublime?
“Yes” (he says,) “I will.” (Listen,) he is whispering still. Slipping magic into sounds, won’t you pour them in the ground? of the earth’s bruised ear. Can’t you hear?
Mashuq, Mashuq ―Mashuq! Sweetheart, Sweetheart, you are my counterpart.
Love is royalty moving ceaselessly. The chorus in the heart needs to sing
like the tuned clay drum humming all day long to everything:
Mashuq, Mashuq ―Mashuq! Mashuq, Mashuq ―Mashuq! Mashuq! Mashuq!
From The Gift Poems by Hafiz as rendered by Daniel Ladinsky – Penguin Compass books