What was told, thatWhat was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.
What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was
whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever
…lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is
being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that’s happening here.
The great warehouse doors open, I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane.
in love with the one to whom every that belongs!
–Rumi. As translated by Coleman Barks