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If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face and say,

Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,

Like this!

If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,
or what “God’s fragrance” means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.

Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.

Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.

Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means
to “die for love,” point

here.

If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.

This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.

Like this.

When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.

Like this.

I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.

Like this.

When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.

Like this.

How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?

Huuuuu.

How did Jacob’s sight return?

Huuuuuu.

A little wind cleans the eyes.

Like this.

When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us.

Like this.



Comments:

My favorite

Sorry I haven’t been commenting you for a while. I’ve been a bit reclusive.

This is one of my favorite Rumi pieces and- wow! I thought the interpretation I had was erotic, this one is super!

I love how the sensual and divine are all mixed up in this. Thanks so much for posting it :D

My pleasure. :)

I tend to default to Coleman Barks’ translations for just that reason—the sensuality of the divine experience resonates through the work.

Oh, and I understand about the “recluse” thing—thanks for coming back to us again, at least for a little bit. :)

Tristan is a soft, blank slate

Out of cheers

Wow – beautiful poem, Alecia.

I was thinking about you the other day and it looks like you’re doing well. Glad.


Gently Alesia has gotten 3 cheers on this entry.

 

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