You play with the great globe of
union, you that see everyone so
clearly and cannot be seen. Even
universal intelligence gets blurry
when it thinks you might leave.
You came here alone, but you create
hundreds of new worlds. Spring is
a peacock flirting with revelation.
The rose gardens flame. Ocean
enters the boat. I throw it all
away, except this love for Shams.
-- Ode (Ghazal) 2368
Version by Coleman Barks
"The Soul of Rumi"
HarperSanFrancisco, 2001
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