And courtesy of Daniel Ladinsky's powers of translation, here is a little Hafiz:
Venus Just Asked Me
For just one minute out of the day
It may be of value to torture yourself
With thoughts like,
"I should be doing
A hell of a lot more with my life than I am —
Cause I'm so damn talented."
For just one minute out of the day.
With all the rest of your time,
It would be best
Looking upon your self more as God does.
For He knows
Your true royal nature.
God is never confused
And can see Only Himself in you.
Venus just leaned down and asked me
To tell you a secret, to confess
She's just a mirror who has been stealing
Your light and music for centuries.
She knows as does Hafiz,
You are the sole heir to
Finally, a fragment from Rainer Maria Rilke's Uncollected Poems:
Looking up from my book, from the close countable lines,
into the finished-full night outside:
how in starry measure my packed feelings scatter,
as though a bouquet of wildflowers
were being untied:
youth of the light ones and bending sway of the heavy ones
and the tender ones' hesitant curve—.
Everywhere joy in relation and nowhere any craving;
world in excess and earth sufficient.