I want both of us
To start talking about this great love
As if you, I, and the Sun were all married
And living in a small room.

Helping each other to cook
Do the wash
Weave and sew,
Care for our beautiful
Children.

We all leave each morning
To labor on the earth’s field.
No one does not lift a great pack.

I want both of us to start singing like two
Travelling minstrels
About this extraordinary existence
We share,

As if
You, I, and God were all married
And living in
A tiny
room.

—Hafiz