One from Hafiz:

I would not want all my words

to parade around this world in pretty costumes,

so I will tell you something about the bar room view of life.

Love is grabbing hold of the great lion’s mane

and wrestling and rolling deep into existence

while the Beloved gets rough and begins to maul you alive.

True love, my dear, is putting an iron-clad grip

upon the sore swollen balls of a divine rogue elephant

and not having the good fortune to die.