A Poem by Rumi
Beautifully read by Coleman Barks
What Was Told, That
What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.
What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight,
what was whispered the jasmine
so it is what it is,
whatever made sugarcane sweet,
whatever was said to the inhabitants of the town of
Chigil in Turkestan that makes them so handsome,
whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is being said to me now. I blush.
Whatever put eloquence in
language, that's happening here.
The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,
in love with the one to whom every that belongs!
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