Rumi 

 

I become a waterwheel,

turning and tasting you, as long

as water moves.

Things good and generous take form

in me, and the air is clear.

I’m not talking out loud. I’m talking

to the ears of your spirit.

Remember what I’ve said. Tomorrow

I’ll say openly what I’m saying tonight.

Intricate sounds, not words. I catch

what I can’t quite make out. Fire burning down

along the roots, as well as in the branches.

The whole tree gone.

I would love to kiss you.

The price of kissing is your life.

Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,

What a bargain, let’s buy it! 

from

 Open Secret — Versions of Rumi 

Coleman Barks translation