The Angels Know you Well

 

 

You have fathered a child with me.

 

You had your night of fun.

 

If You no longer want the love my beautiful body can yield,

 

At least rake care of that Holy infant my heart has become.

 

God, You sired an heir with me when You gave birth to my soul.

 

I thought of complaining to all the angels Last night

 

About Your treatment of this, "Homeless child,"

 

But then I remembered they too Have a list of love-complaints

 

Because They also know You so well.

 

 

~ Hafiz