The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.
HafezRead
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.
Interpretation
Love challenges our misconceptions and the conflicts they cause within ourselves and with others.
In this quote, Hafez suggests that true love can be a force of transformation, acting as a catalyst to reveal the deeper truths that lie beneath our delusions. It can disrupt our comfortable beliefs and confront us with the harsh realities that cause inner turmoil and conflict with others, ultimately guiding us towards a more genuine understanding of ourselves and the world around us.
In practice
During a wedding speech to emphasize the depth of love's challenge.
The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.
I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'
The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.
For I have learned that every heart will get_x000D_ What it prays for_x000D_ Most.
Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.
Listen; this world is the lunatic's sphere , _x000D_ Don't always agree it's real, _x000D_ Even with my feet upon it And the postman knowing my door _x000D_ My address is somewhere else.
Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.
grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.
To love what you do and feel that it matters - how could anything be more fun?
Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt. They dance with yours.
As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
We will not just say, "I love him very much," but instead, "I will do something so that he will suffer less." The mind of compassion is truly present when it is effective in removing another person's suffering.
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