from There Is Nothing In This Well But Wind by Hafiz

Leonard Durso

I have asked the eye of my heart: what is the use of all this worrying?

So don’t waste your time trying to fill your cup with water
When you know that there is nothing in this well but wind.

O Hafiz, in this desert, you have fallen victim to your own illusions.
When was a pilgrim’s thirst ever quenched by a mirage?

translated by Thomas Rain Crowe

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6 thoughts on “from There Is Nothing In This Well But Wind by Hafiz

  1. Very deep this one, really connects with me on a subject I’ve been thinking on a lot lately. Certainly brings up a lot questions, and conveys how foolish and empty worry is. You find some amazing poetry. Always enjoy reading your posts Leonard! 🙂

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