We are often in battle.
So often defending every side of the fort,
it may seem, all alone.

Sit down, my dear,
take a few deep breaths,
think about a loyal friend.
Where is your music,
your pet, a brush ?

Surely one who has lasted as long as you
knows some avenue or place inside
that can give a sweet respite.

If you cannot slay your panic,
then say within
as convincingly as you can,
“It is all God’s will!”

Now pick up your life again.
Let whatever is out there
come charging in,

Laugh and spit into the air,
there could be Holy Fallout.

Hafiz

With permission, translation by Daniel Ladinsky

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Printed on archival paper with archival ink.   Edition of 200 for each size.