Yesterday I was the sweet, crushed angel
and all of my
I know how I can be
set my sites
I’ll think there should
be no doubt
if I was loving
the Watcher in me
knows the game
drives me down
to the golden sand
where its thick
cushions the weight
of my soles
and with the seabirds
to tenderly remind me
that this dance
with the Beloved
is set to a slow and patient song
like a hand caressing my head
My Sweet, Crushed Angel
You have not danced so badly, my dear,
Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One.
You have waltzed with great style,
My sweet, crushed angel,
To have ever neared God’s Heart at all.
Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow,
And even His best musicians are not always easy
So what if the music has stopped for a while.
If the price of admission to the Divine
Is out of reach tonight.
So what, my dear,
If you do not have the ante to gamble for Real Love.
The mind and the body are famous
For holding the heart ransom,
But Hafiz knows the Beloved’s eternal habits.
You have not danced so badly my dear,
Trying to kiss the Beautiful One.
You have actually waltzed with tremendous style,
O my sweet,
O my sweet, crushed angel.