Monday, August 28, 2006

"The Shine in the Fields"

The shine in the fields and in the orchard
has become the light of your face. No

home now, no loved occupation, no belongings,
no figuring profits and loss. When this

love comes, it's impossible to worry about
honor or reputation, what the community

gives, the more and the less. There's no
longer any demarcation line between "the

worlds." Hats fly off. A pack of dogs snarl
and bite each other around a carcass. We're

not those dogs. Only God knows our secrets,
and that's enough. We have no more dicussions

about God or arguments over doctrine. What is
planted in each person's soul with sprout.

We surrender to however that happens.
Companions used to be magnets that drew us

together to talk. No more. No more even
the sun! It has turned itself into the face

of Shams-i Tabriz, the sanctity and praise.

-- Ghazal (Ode) 1710
Version by Coleman Barks, with Nevit Ergin
"The Glance"
Viking-Penguin, 1999

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