Who Are You

Who Are You

Who are you? The inner vision of consciousness? 

The heart? A sacred half-light, are you that?

Do you grow gatherings? Are you a friend 

of the sun, who comes and goes so quickly?

Do not forget your vertical passage,

 the night of power,

and don’t hide from the one 

for whom all our secrets are down in the pillow under 

his head, doctor of lovers, soul for

 this thick world,

the one who spirals iron

 like dough and makes the body lightedness.

No belief is necessary to enter this tent

 where one love story changes to another.

I remember that with these words brought here

 by a falcon from the wrist of Shams.

From The Book of Love

Translated by Coleman Barks