mustard is the fool's condiment

crashinglybeautiful:

Out
Of a great need
We are all holding hands
And climbing.
Not loving is a letting go.
Listen,
The terrain around here
Is
Far too
Dangerous
For
That.

—Hafiz (c. 1320 to 1389), translated by Daniel Ladinsky

This ain’t Hafiz. My Persian is nonexistent, but this is not a controversial claim: see here (apparently quoting this review) or here, or the Amazon review page. Ladinsky made up these poems and referred to them as “versions” or “translations” of Hafiz. Not even close.