And some time came and went
in a Tavern that never closes
As we donned our cloaks and left,
‘twas another tranquil sunset
among the many millions issued,
another expression of white light
in as many radiant hues.
We have all come to know each other
more deeply, and still,
as old Hafez says,
our “hearts are very very old friends.”
Called from all four winds to the Sema
around the great Shaikh, our hearts turned,
and I have never seen him more clearly
than in I did whilst gazing
upon his reflection in all your eyes.
Ah, together we are the tekke
without the walls and roof
The threshold across which we step
is without a door or stoop
Yet our hearts knock modestly
like arriving guests,
weary but not waning
Let us never in that doorway rest.
