soul moving

A Waking Town

The taste of this life comes from you,
soul moving like a mountain stream under a sky of flowers.
Seeing such beauty makes me expect the dregs tomorrow.

I call you moon, but that is not right.
Does anything resemble you?

The noise of a waking town fills my chest.
Shams is saying this.

Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
tr.Coleman Barks
from Rumi: The Big Red Book
HarperCollins 2010

Here is a recording of Mr. Barks reciting
another flowery-sky poem of Rumi’s.

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