Fiddling with the Idiot by Hafiz

Post Series: Poetry Thursday

Fiddling With The Idiot

by Hafiz

Once when I was fussing with my hair in front of a looking glass,

my master walked by and said,

“Hafiz, why are you always fiddling with the idiot?”

You should starve him a day or two now and then.

Simply don’t look in a mirror.

Once a week I started abstaining from vanity. No mirror.

Then I went to twice a week, then four times.

Then a little bird started to build a nest in my beard

and let out melodious chants in the morning.

It was then I realized I was probably onto something big…

and began walking around looking very hopeful.

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