Friday, March 1, 2013

Who Are You

Who Are You



Who are you? The inner vision of consciousness? 
The heart? A sacred half-light, are you that?

Do you grow gatherings? Are you a friend 
of the sun, who comes and goes so quickly?

Do not forget your vertical passage,
 the night of power,
and don’t hide from the one 
for whom all our secrets are down in the pillow under 
his head, doctor of lovers, soul for
 this thick world,

the one who spirals iron
 like dough and makes the body lightedness.

No belief is necessary to enter this tent
 where one love story changes to another.

I remember that with these words brought here
 by a falcon from the wrist of Shams.



From The Book of Love
Translated by Coleman Barks