You wear coarse wool, but you're a king,as the soul's energy hides, as loveremembers. You enter this room in a humanshape and as the atmosphere we breathe.You are the central pole through the ninelevels connecting them and us to absoluteabsence. So that we can have what we want,you give failure and frustration. You wantonly the company of the lion and the lioncub, no wobbly legs. That man there, yousuggest, might remove his head beforeentering the temple. Then he could listenwithout ears to a voice that says, Mycreature. A month of walking the road, youmake that distance in one day. Never mindgold and silver payments. When you feelgenerous, give your head. My beauty,you have no need for a guide. The onewho follows and the one who leads areinseparable, as the moon and the circlearound it. An Arab drags his camel townto town. You go through your troublesand changing beliefs, both no different fromthe moon moving across or basil growingand getting cut for a bouquet. It doesn'tmatter you've been lost. The hoopoe isstill looking for you. It's anotherbeginning, my friend, this waking in amorning with no haze, and help comingwithout your asking! A glass submergedis turning inside the wine. With griefwaved away, sweet gratefulness arrives.
Ghazal (Ode) 2935
Coleman Barks, Nevit Ergin version
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul,
of the soul.