Do you know how beautiful you are? I think not, my dear.
For as you talk of God, I see great parades with wildly colorful bands Streaming from your mind and heart, Carrying wonderful and secret messages To every corner of this world. I see saints bowing in the mountains
Hundreds of miles away To the wonder of sounds That break into light From your most common words.
Speak to me of your mother, Your cousins and your friends. Tell me of squirrels and birds you know.
Awaken your legion of nightingales— Let them soar wild and free in the sky. And begin to sing to God. Let’s all begin to sing to God! Do you know how beautiful you are?
I think not, my dear, Yet Hafiz Could set you upon a Stage And worship you forever!
Ah, it’s great to see the Whirling dervishes. I saw them live in New York once at a Turkish street festival. It was wonderful to watch closeup. The poem carries a welcome message, too – so much positivity and joy. Thanks for the follow!
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I saw them years ago in Istanbul. I’ll never forget that experience. What joy and peace.