In the morning, when I began to wake,
it happened again
that feeling that You, Beloved,
had stood over me all night
keeping watch.
That feeling, that as soon as I began to stir
you put your lips on my forehead
and lit a Holy Lamp
inside my heart.
Hafiz
2 comments:
Gama,
I love it to. How beautiful to be kissed in such a way that a holy lamp is lit inside...
I'm glad you visited here. Though I am not a poet, I love poetry, and will now have the pleasure of reading yours. Thank you!
Meredith
Every year or so I come upon this poem and it's like a blessed gift from the divine. Thank you :-)
Joe
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