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Ghazal 451
What A Blessing
Don’t hide – the sight of your face is a blessing.
Wherever you place your foot,
there rests a blessing.
Even your shadow,
passing over me like a swift bird,
is a blessing.
The great Spring has come.
Your sweet air,
blowing through the city, the country,
the gardens, and the desert
is a blessing.
He has come with love to our door;
His knock is a blessing.
We go from house to house, asking of him.
Any answer is a blessing.
Caught in this body,
we look for a sight of the soul.
Remember what the Prophet said:
One sight is a blessing.
The leaf of every tree brings a message
from the Unseen world.
Look! Every falling leaf is a blessing.
All of Nature swings in unison –
singing without tongues,
listening without ears.
What a blessing!
O soul, the four elements are your face –
Water, wind, fire, and earth –
Each one is a blessing.
Once the seed of faith takes root
it cannot be blown away,
even by the strongest wind –
Now that’s a blessing!
I bow to you,
for the dust of your feet
is the crown on my head.
As I walk toward you,
every step I take is a blessing.
His form appeared before me, just now,
as I was singing this poem. I swear.
What a blessing!
What a blessing!
Every vision born of earth is fleeting;
Every vision born of heaven is a blessing.
For people, the sight of Spring warms their hearts;
For fish, the rhythm of the ocean
is a blessing.
The brilliant Sun
that shines in every heart –
for the heavens, earth, and all creatures –
What a blessing!
The heart can’t wait to speak of this ecstasy.
The soul is kissing the earth saying,
O God, what a blessing!
Fill me with the wine of your silence.
Let it soak my every pore
For the inner splendor it reveals
is a blessing,
is a blessing.
"A Garden Beyond Paradise: The Mystical Poetry of Rumi,"
Version by Jonathan Star based on translation by Shahram Shiva
Bantam Books, 1992
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