The Tent by Rumi

Outside, the freezing desert night,
This other night inside grows warm, kindling.
Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust.
We have a soft garden in here.
The continents blasted,
cities and little towns, everything
become a scorched, blackened ball.

Friend, our closeness is this:
anywhere you put your foot, feel me
in the firmness under you.

How is it with this love,
I see your world and not you?

Listen to presences inside poems,
Let them take you where they will.

Follow those private hints,
and never leave the premises.


3 Responses to “The Tent by Rumi”

  1. thanks for the lovely poem, thanks for sharing it.


  2. Shams Kairys Says:

    This is a conflation of various lines from Rumi, not the full poem “The Tent,” as rendered by Coleman Barks.


  3. Thank you Shams. I wasn’t aware of that. But Barks picked the various lines beautifully I think.


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