Stop Calling Me a Pregnant Woman
My Master once entered a phase
That whenever I would see him
He would say,
"Hafiz, How did you ever become a pregnant woman?"
And I would reply,
"Dear Attar, You must be speaking the truth,
But all of what you say is a mystery to me."
Many months passed by in his blessed company.
But one day I lost my patience
Upon hearing the odd refrain And blurted out,
"Stop calling me a pregnant woman!"
And Attar replied,
"Someday, my sweet Hafiz,
All that nonsense in your brain will dry up
Like a stagnant pool of water
Beneath the sun,
Though if you want to know the Truth
I can so clearly see that God has made love with you
And the whole universe is germinating
Inside your belly
And wonderful words,
Such enlightening words
Will take birth from you
And be cradled against thousands
Of hearts."
My Master once entered a phase
That whenever I would see him
He would say,
"Hafiz, How did you ever become a pregnant woman?"
And I would reply,
"Dear Attar, You must be speaking the truth,
But all of what you say is a mystery to me."
Many months passed by in his blessed company.
But one day I lost my patience
Upon hearing the odd refrain And blurted out,
"Stop calling me a pregnant woman!"
And Attar replied,
"Someday, my sweet Hafiz,
All that nonsense in your brain will dry up
Like a stagnant pool of water
Beneath the sun,
Though if you want to know the Truth
I can so clearly see that God has made love with you
And the whole universe is germinating
Inside your belly
And wonderful words,
Such enlightening words
Will take birth from you
And be cradled against thousands
Of hearts."
- Hafiz, The Gift
translated by Daniel Ladinsky
translated by Daniel Ladinsky
May the encroaching nonsense in all of us
be blessed to dry up like a stagnant pool
under the sun
so that we may finally truly see
the truth of who and what we are...
Like Hafiz, spirit has made love to each of us
Our gifts germinating inside our bellies
Our connection to the whole universe is within us -
our truth, our words, our beauty.
When we birth and share this with the world
it too will be cradled against thousands of hearts...
What are you birthing? What lives inside your belly growing, waiting to come out? How do you feel the universal truth, stories, love, beauty inside you?
be blessed to dry up like a stagnant pool
under the sun
so that we may finally truly see
the truth of who and what we are...
Like Hafiz, spirit has made love to each of us
Our gifts germinating inside our bellies
Our connection to the whole universe is within us -
our truth, our words, our beauty.
When we birth and share this with the world
it too will be cradled against thousands of hearts...
What are you birthing? What lives inside your belly growing, waiting to come out? How do you feel the universal truth, stories, love, beauty inside you?
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