You are
A shy divine deer
That I cannot cease tracking.
Though only once of late
Did I get so close
To see
My own face and heart
Reflected
In Your wondrous soft eyes.
Only once of late, Beloved,
When I thought I had You at last cornered
Did
Hafiz
Come to know
The sublime beauty of God’s body
Against my own
Hand.
-Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky
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