If a lonely man’s final scream
Before he hangs himself

And the nightengale’s perfect lyric
Of happiness
All becomes an equal cause to dance,

Then the Sun has at last parted
Its curtain before you-

God has stopped playing child’s games
With your mind
And dragged you backstage by
The hair.

Shown to you the only possible
Reason

For this bizzarre and spectacular
Existence.

Go running through the streets
Creating divine chaos,

Make everyone and yourself ecstatically mad
For the Friend’s beautiful open arms.

Go running through this world
Giving love, giving love,

If the falling of a hoof upon this earth
Ever rings the
Temple
Bell.

– Hafiz (tr. Daniel Ladinsky)