The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the Sage,
Who has to duck her head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long,
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
Poetry by Hafiz (with edits by Selena Sage)
Note: Translation edits by Selena Sage:
- “sage” capitalized to “Sage”
- “his head” changed to “her head” ;)
Photo source: typewriter (keys)