GOD POURS LIGHT
into every cup,
The proudly pious
stuff their cups with parchment
and critique the taste of ink
while God pours light
and the trees lift their limbs
without worry of redemption,
every blossom a chalice.
Hafiz, seduce those withered souls
with words that wet their parched lips
pours like rain
into every empty cup
set adrift on the Infinite Ocean.
~ Hafiz ~
(Interpretive version of Ghazal 11 by Jose Orez)
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