A billion times God has turned man

Into Himself

You stand in line for the

Highest gift

For his generosity cannot end.

But best to bring an instrument along

While waiting in the cold desert

And make some dulcet sounds

To accompany the palms' swaying arms

That are casting silhouettes

Against the sky's curtain

From our fire

Remind the Friend of your desire

And great patience.

A billion times God has turned man

Back into Herself.

We all stand in line

 For the highest 

Gift.

Hafiz