It is like an exquisite spider web, this world, but I
don't get trapped.
I have ceased to tie the strings of one shoe to
another in the morning,
so now I don't trip over my wants. This leaves me
nimble. Any mountain I can scamper up.
A long rope shoved quickly into a sack can easily
get tangled and not be of proper use
when all of a sudden you need it. So I do everything,
everything with care.
It is like a miraculous weave of silk, the fabric of
this tender-looking sphere where we are camping,
but I don't get caught in any arms or lives, unless
they are loving, loving me.
Gazing at Her across a field some days, and desiring
great intimacy as we need, what can I do?
What can we do when God is acting coy, but to
be like a bird that sings to its mate?
Jalal al-Din Rumi, translated by Daniel Landinsky, "GREAT INTIMACY" from The Purity of Desire 100 Poems of Rumi. Copyright © 2012 by Daniel Landinsky. Reprinted by permission of the publisher.
Source: The Purity of Desire 100 Poems of Rumi (Penguin Books, 2012)