|The singer sings about love, until |
the Friend appears in the doorway.
Kitchen smoke drifts up into clouds
and becomes a thousand-year-old wine.
I am here, not reckoning the credit
accumulated or future speculation.
I am the vineyard and the barrel
where the grapes are crushed,
the entire operation, whose transaction
pours this glass of wine,
this moment, this poem.
A man stumbles by with baggage,
papers from the house, regret and wishing,
not knowing which to tend to. Neither.
After you see the face, concerns change,
as lakewater rises into mist.
Ghazal (Ode) 2394
Version by Coleman Barks, with Nevit Ergin