A poem by Hafiz

Where Dolphins Dance

Again the work starts

as soon as you open your eyes in the morning.

Hopefully you got some good rest last night.

why go into the city or the fields

without first kissing the Friend 

who always stands at your door?

It takes only a second.

Habits are human nature –

why not create some that will mint gold?

Your arms are violin bows always moving.

I have become very conscious upon

whom we all play.

thus my eyes have filled with warm

soft oceans of divine music

where jeweled dolphins dance

then leap into this world.