object:1.jr - What I want is to see your face
author class:Jalaluddin Rumi
subject class:Poetry
class:chapter
English version by Coleman Barks Original Language Persian/Farsi & Turkish What I want is to see your face in a tree, in the sun coming out, in the air. What I want is to hear the falcon-drum, and light again on your forearm. You say, "Tell him I'm not here." The sound of that brusque dismissal becomes what I want. To see in every palm your elegant silver coin-shavings, to turn with the wheel of the rain, to fall with the falling bread of every experience, to swim like a huge fish in ocean water, to be Jacob recognizing Joseph. To be a desert mountain instead of a city. I'm tired of cowards. I want to live with lions. With Moses. Not whining, teary people. I want the ranting of drunkards. I want to sing like birds sing, not worrying who hears, or what they think. Last night, a great teacher went from door to door with a lamp. "He who is not to be found is the one I'm looking for." Beyond wanting, beyond place, inside form, That One. A flute says, I have no hope for finding that. But Love plays and is the music played. Let that musician finish this poem. Shams, I am a waterbird flying into the sun. <
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