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Praise hakim sanaie

Those unable to grieve,

Or to speak of their love,

Or to be grateful, those

Who can’t remember God

As the source of everything,

Might be described as a vacant wind,

Or a cold anvil, or a group

Of frightened old people.

 Say the name, moisten your tongue

With praise, and be the spring ground,

Waking. Let your mouth be given

Its gold-yellow stamen like the wild rose’s.

As you fill with wisdom,

And your heart with love,

There’s no more thirst.

There’s only unsolved patience

Waiting on the doorsill, a silence

That doesn’t listen to advice

From people passing in the street.

 

By Hakim Sanaie

Source: Poetry-chaikhana.com


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