|If the Friend rose inside you, |
would you bow ?
Would you wonder where that one
came from and how?
If you say,
"I will bow," that's important.
If you answer,
"But can I be sure?"
it will keep the meeting from happening,
As busy people rush there and back here murmuring,
Now I know; no, I don't know now.
Have you seen a camel with its eyes covered turn
and walk one way, then turn another?
Be silent and revolve with no will.
Don't raise your hand to ask anything.
Holy one, sitting in the body's well
like Joseph, a rope is there in front of you.
Lift your hand to that!
A blind man has bought you
for eighteen counterfeit coins.
Empty metal cups bang together,
and the full moon slides out of hiding.
Make one sound, please!
You are the precious hyacinth
that the sickle will spare,
not the wheat plant Adam ate.
I remind you with these poems
to dress in the flower of Beloved's qualities,
not your torn robe of self-accusation.
Ghazal (Ode) 2938
Version by Coleman Barks, with Nevit Ergin
Art by Jamie Hartley