Angels Knocked

The angels knocked at the tavern-door last night,
With man's clay, they kneaded the cup outright.

The dwellers of God's heavenly abode,
Drank wine with me-a beggar of the road.

Heaven could not bear this wonderful trust,
That to a madman this honor was thrust.

Disputes of religions is but a false pretense,
Having not seen the Truth, they speak nonsense.

Thank God! There is peace between Him and me.
So dancing mystics took their cups with glee.

What makes the candle laughing isn't a flame.
The fire that burned the butterfly is my aim.

No one can display thoughts as Hafiz can,
No such words are written by the pen of man.

-Poem by Hafiz


Sally's World said...

beautiful x

Álvaro said...

Congratulations for your pictures. You´ve got a nice blog.
Greetings from Spain.

My name is Erin. said...

Thank you, Sally & Alvaro!

Jess said...

wOw!!!! these butterfly pictures are beautiful!! seriously, awesome pictures. I love butterflies!!

My name is Erin. said...

Anyone who doesn't at least appreciate butterflies should have their heads checked. They probably don't like rainbows either. :) Thanks, Jess!