Sun like a naughty child Fell out of the window Today, from his hiding Place behind the rain clouds

After a whole week! See his Laughing golden muddy face? See the tangled mess of his hair? And see his gang of friends –

Trees, crows, wind – eagerly waiting For him at the door, to go fishing All day in Beloved’s mirrors? He puts his weightless palm in

Mine and pulls me out of this Room, this dark self, into those Whirling fields. Goodbye now Grandpa Hafiz. Goodbye!