And then You are like this: A small bird decorated With orange patches of light Waving your wings near my window, Encouraging me with all of existences's love -- To dance. And then You are like this: A cruel word that stabs me From the mouth of a strange costume You wear; A guise You had too long tricked me into thinking Could be other -- than You. And then You are... The firmament That spins at the end of a string in Your hand That You offer to mine saying, "Did you drop this -- surely This is yours." And then You are, O then You are: The Beloved of every creature Revealed with such grandeur -- bursting From each cell in my body, I kneel, I laugh, I weep, I sing, I sing. -Hafiz