|You watch the sensuous movements of the veil.|
Do you know there's a Chinese girl behind it
whose face you can't see?
You see a reflection of the real moon
in all the stones that lie at your feet.
You're a leaf scattered by an invisible wind.
Don't you know something's moving you?
Unless some thought stirs that wind, you don't stir.
If the wind isn't still, you're not.
Constellations, planets, your inmost states
are like camels in a row. You're the last.
Curl up and drink in the blood
like a child in heaven's womb.
You feel a pain in the sphere of your heart,
but when you lift your head it's gone.
Your ninth month is the Beloved Shams' face,
you, who have been trusted with the secret of both worlds.
O heart, be patient in this blood
until the ninth month.
(The Ninth Month)
From Love is a Stranger,
Trans by by Kabir Helminski