A Forest Herb

A Forest Herb (by Hafiz)

 

 

A Forest Herb

 

Some poets have the skill to talk

About God

 

Without ever using any of His pseudonyms.

 

Some have such skill

You do not need to walk to the river

With your bucket

 

They, with words' magnetism,

Can coax Venus from her primal orbit and steal

From her mouth

That one drop of miraculous dew

She has been collecting in her veins

Since time said,

"I Am."

 

I will wear

All the common garb of the tongue

If it will win me your friendship.

 

I will turn myself into a

Forest

Herb

 

If

You will

Apply me to your

Wounds.

Done