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Death is a favor to us,But our scales have lost their balance.
The impermanence of the bodyShould give us great clarity,Deepening the wonder in our senses and eyes
Of this mysterious existence we shareAnd are surely just traveling through.
If I were in the Tavern tonight,Hafiz would call for drinks
And as the Master poured, I would be remindedThat all I know of life and myself is that
We are just a midair flight of golden wineBetween His Pitcher and His Cup.
If I were in the Tavern tonight,I would buy freely for everyone in this world
Because our marriage with the Cruel BeautyOf time and space cannot endure very long.
Death is a favor to us,But our minds have lost their balance.
The miraculous existence and impermanence ofFormAlways makes the illumined onesLaugh and sing…….Hafiz
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