Love's concert is calling,
but the flute can't be seen.
The drunks are in sight,
but the wine can't be seen.
Hundreds
of caravans
have passed
this very way--
Don't be surprised
if their trace can't be seen.
Muhammad Shirin Maghribi (d. 1408)
trans. David and Sabrineh Fideler, from "Love's Alchemy"
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Invisible Caravans
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Sufi poetry carnival
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