Poems by Hafiz,
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky.
Softcover, 333 Pages.
"To God's magnificent masquerade-- as us!"
Lousy at Math
Once a group of thieves stole a rare diamond larger than a goose egg.
Its value could have easily bought one thousand horses
And two thousand acres of the most fertile land in Shiraz.
The thieves got drunk that night to celebrate their great haul,
But during the course of the evening the effects of the liquor
And their mistrust of each other grew to such an extent
They decided to divide the stone into pieces.
Of course the Priceless became lost.
Most everyone is lousy at math and does that to God--
Dissects the Indivisible One, by thinking, saying,
"This is my Beloved, he looks like this and acts like that,
How could that moron over there really be God." [page 250]