the jar I am becoming

The sky-wheel turns us into dawn

and fills creation again with color.

Let it be our weakness, this thirst-love

for the world, the sun coming up

like red-gold being poured!

The potter's wheel moves,

and shapes change quickly.

Let the jar I am becoming

turn into a wine cup.

Fill me with your love

for being awake.

I'm no hypocrite renunciate.

Call me this delicious substance

you taste when you create new beauty.

Be strong, Hafiz!

Work here inside time,

where we fail, catch hold

again, and climb.

~ Hafiz

from The Hand of Poetry
translation by Inayat Khan and Coleman Barks