The Real Love

The
Real love
I always keep a secret
All my words
Are sung outside Her window.
For when She lets me in
I take a thousand oaths of silence.
But,
then She says,
O, then God says
“What the hell, Hafiz,
Why not give the whole world
My
Address”

Hafiz

O Hora Immensa

Only a bell and a bird break the stillness …
It seems that the two talk with the setting sun.
Golden colored silence, the afternoon is made of crystals
A roving purity sways the cool trees,
and beyond all that,
a transparent river dreams that trampling over pearls
it breaks loose
and flows into infinity.

Juan Rimon Jiminez