It used to be that when I would wake in the morning I could with confidence say:
“What am ‘I’ going to do?”
That was before the seed cracked open.
Now Hafiz is certain:
There are two of us housed in this body,
Doing the shopping together in the market and tickling each other while fixing the evening’s food.
Now when I awake, all the internal instruments play the same music:
“God, what love-mischief can ‘We’ doHafiz
for the world today?”
Khwāje Shams-od-Dīn Mohammad Ḥāfeẓ-e Shirazi, known by his pen name “Hafez” (the Memorizer or the Safe Keeper) and as “Hafiz,” was a 14th Century Persian lyrical poet.