The Gift

Nicholas Roerich - Mother Of The World 

Our Union is Like this:

You feel cold

So I reach for a blanket 

To cover your shivering feet.

A hunger comes into your body

So I run to my garden 

And start digging potatoes

You ask for a few words of comfort and guidance,

I quickly kneel at your side offering you

The whole book 

As a gift.

You ache with loneliness one night

So much you weep

I say 

Here is a rope

Tie it around me,

Hafiz 

will be your companion 

For life.

Hafiz

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