I once had a student
Who would sit alone in his house at night
Shivering with worries and fears.

And come morning
He would often look as though
He had been beaten by a ghost.
Then one day my compassion
Crafted for him a knife
From my own divine sword.
Since then
I have become very proud of this student.
For now, come night
Not only has he lost all his fear,
Now he goes out
Just looking for trouble.
—Hafiz