If wheat grows from my soil - Jellaludin Rumi

[Larry Robinson]

If wheat grows from my soil


If wheat grows from my soil,
The bread you bake will make you drunk.

Both dough and baker are crazy.
The oven recites a drunken poem.

If you visit my grave,
My tomb will make you dance.

Be sure to bring a tambourine.
Don’t be sad at God’s festival.

My chin is shut, within the grave, asleep,
My mouth gnawing on bittersweet love.

If you rip apart my shroud,
A drunken man will unravel your soul.

From all sides, sounds of war and drunken harps,
Empty tasks become fruitful works.

God created me from love’s wine.
I’m still that love even as death wears me down.

I’m the drunken man. My essence is the wine of love.
What do you expect from wine but drunkenness?

I will never rest until my soul flies
To the towering soul of Shams of Tabriz.


     - Jellaludin Rumi
	(Translated by Brad Gooch and Maryam Mortaz)

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