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Ghazal 958
God in the Stew
Is there a human mouth that doesn't
give out love-sound? Is there love,
a drawing-together of any kind, that
isn't sacred? Every natural dog
sniffs God in the stew. The lion's
paw trembles like a rose petal.
He senses the ultimate spear coming.
In the shepherd's majesty wolves
and lambs tease each other. Look
inside your mind. Do you hear
the crowd gathering? Help coming,
every second. Still you cover
your eyes with mud. Watch the horned
owl. Wash your face. Anyone who
steps into an orchard walks inside
the orchard keeper. Millions of
love-tents bloom on the plain. A
star in your chest says, None
of this is outside you. Close your
lips and let the maker of mouths
talk, the one who says things.
Version by Coleman Barks, with Nevit Ergin
"The Glance"
Viking-Penguin, 1999
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