I was starving until one night
My love tricked God Himself
To fall into my bowl.
My love tricked God Himself
To fall into my bowl.
Now Hafiz is infinitely rich,
But all I ever want to do
But all I ever want to do
Is keep emptying out
My emerald-filled
Pockets
My emerald-filled
Pockets
Upon
This tear-stained
World.
This tear-stained
World.
~Hafiz, The Subject Tonight is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz
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