Burnt Kabob
by Rumi
Last year, I admired wines. This,
I’m wandering inside the red world.
Last year, I gazed at the fire.
This year, I’m a burnt kabob.
Thirst drove me down to the water
where I drank the moon’s reflection.
Now I am a lion staring up totally
lost in love with the thing itself.
Don’t ask questions about longing.
Look into my face.
Soul drunk, body ruined, these two
sit helpless in a wrecked wagon.
Neither knows how to fix it.
And my heart, I would say it was more
like a donkey sunk in a mud hole,
struggling and miring deeper.
But listen to me: for one moment,
quit being sad. Hear blessings
dropping their blossoms
around you. God.
