221. Cast All Your Votes for Dancing {Hafiz}

I can't resist doing two of these in a row I read this poem. On November 2nd and November 3rd, which. Are the days of this poem and a year with Hafiz, which is the book that I'm getting all these Hafiz poems from. It's translated by Daniel didn't ski. And I, I just, I have to. I need to share this. I hope you enjoy hearing it. It's called cast all your votes for dancing. I know the voice of depression still calls to you. I know those habits that can ruin your life, still send their invitations. But you are with the friend now and look so much stronger. you can stay that way and even bloom. Keep squeezing drops of the sun from your prayers and work and music. And from your companions. Beautiful. Laughter. Keep squeezing drops of the sun from the sacred hands and glance of your beloved and my dear from the most insignificant movements of your own holy body. Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins that may buy you just a moment of pleasure, but then drag you for days like a broken man behind a farting camel. You are with the front? No. Learn. What actions of yours delight him? What actions of yours bring freedom and love. Whenever you say God's name, dear Pilgrim. My ears wish my head was missing so they could finally kiss each other and applaud all your nourishing wisdom. Oh, keep squeezing drops of the sun from your prayers and work and music. And from your companions. Beautiful. Laughter. And from the most insignificant movements of your own holy body. Now sweet one B wise. Cast all your votes for dancing. Until next time I am sending. All the love and then some more. We'll talk tomorrow.