There could be holy fallout

These days when I don't have many words of my own...thanks, Hafez.  I run into you at just the right moments.

We are often in battle.
So often defending every side of the fort,
it may seem, all 
alone.

Sit down, my dear,
take a few deep 
breaths,
think about 
a loyal friend.

Where is your 
music,
your pet, 
a brush?

Surely one 
who has lasted as long 
as you
knows some path, 
some place inside
that can give a sweet respite.

If you cannot 
slay your panic,
then say within
as convincingly as you can,
It is all God’s will!

Now pick up your life again.
Let whatever is out there
come charging in,

Laugh 
and spit into the air,
and
there could 
be holy fallout.

Throw 
those ladders like tiny matchsticks
with just phantoms upon them
you thought were trying 
to scale your heart.

Your love has such
an eloquent sound.
The sky and I 
want to hear it!

If you still feel helpless,
give our battle cry again—

(Hafez has shouted it
 a thousand-and-one times!)

It is all,
It is all the Beloved’s will!

What is 
that luminous rain I see
all around you 
in the future,

Sweeping in from the east plain?

It looks like, 
O it looks like
Holy fallout

filling your mouth and your palms
with Joy!