A Singing Cleaning Woman by Hafiz

A Leaf says,

"Sweethearts-don't pick me

For I am busy doing 

God's Work.

I'm lowering my veins and roots 

Like ropes with buckets tied to them

Into the earth's deep lake. 

I am drawing water that I offer

like a rose to the sky. 

I am a singing cleaning woman

Dusting all the shelves in the air.

With my elegant green rags.

I have a heart.

I can know happiness

like you." 

The Sun Never Says

Even after all this time

The sun never says to the earth,

"You Owe Me."

Look what happens with a 

Love like that,

It lights the whole sky.

-Hafiz