What Was Said to the RoseWhat was said to the rose that made it openwas said to me here in my chest.What was told the Cypress that made it strongand straight, what waswhispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made sugarcane sweet, whateverwas said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in Turkestan that makes themso handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blushlike a human face, that isbeing 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!Poem by Jalaluddin Rumi,translation ©2005 — Coleman Barks
I feel renewed glimpsing the world through your eyes and lens... with love from Chiang Mai
What lovely and heartfelt notes to find along with my little photos. Many thanks, Faith and Marike.
What Was Said to the Rose
ReplyDeleteWhat 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
was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in Turkestan that makes them
so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blushlike 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!
Poem by Jalaluddin Rumi,
translation ©2005 — Coleman Barks
I feel renewed glimpsing the world through your eyes and lens... with love from Chiang Mai
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely and heartfelt notes to find along with my little photos. Many thanks, Faith and Marike.
ReplyDelete