In the evening between sleep and awakening,
I met one traveling. He was the light of
consciousness. His body was soul, his pure
wisdom apparent in his beautiful face. He
praises me for a while, then scolds, "You
sit on the seven-sky throne, in prison.
The sign of Gemini has set a table for you,
yet you stick your head down a drainhole
again. Essence is not nourished with food
and sleep. Do no one any harm in this
timefield of short crops, where what you
sow comes back up very quickly! You try to
accomplish things, to win, to reach goals.
This is not the true situation. Put the
whole world in ambition's stomach, it'll
never be enough. Assume you get everything
you want. Assume you have it now. What's
the point? The next moment, you die.
Friend, the youth you've lived is ending.
You sleep a drunken dreamless sleep with no
sense what morning you could wake inside."
-- Ghazal (Ode) 3107
Version by Coleman Barks, with Nevit Ergin
"The Glance"
Viking-Penguin, 1999
Monday, July 23, 2007
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Wonderful! Thank you. :)
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