Poetry of the Masters: Hafiz & Daniel Ladinsky
Fiddling with the Idiot
Once when I was fussing with my hair in front of a looking glass, my master walked by and said,
Hafiz, why are you always fiddling with the idiot? You should starve him a day or two now and then. Simply don’t look in a mirror.
Once a week I started abstaining from vanity. No mirror.
Then I went to twice a week, then four times. Then a little bird started to build a nest in my beard and let out melodious chants in the morning.
It was then I realized I was probably onto something big… and began walking around looking very hopeful.
Photography by Bertien van Manen & Zackary Drucker and Rhys Ernst