From the Sufi poetry of Hafiz, as rendered by Daniel Ladinsky:


Not With Wings
Here soar
Not with wings,
But with your moving hands and feet
And sweating brows--
Standing by your Beloved's side
Reaching out to comfort the world
With your cup of solace
Drawn from your vast reservoir of Truth.
Here soar
Not with your eyes and senses
That turn their backs
On the earth's sweet stumbling dance
Which needs you.
Here love, O here love...
And with your heart on duty
To the souls of rivers, children, forest animals,
All the shy feathered ones,
O here, Pilgrim
Love
On the holy battleground of life
Where there are bleeding men
Who are calling for a sacred drink,
A gentle word or touch from man
Or God...