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I've heard
that a certain man lost his camel.
He goes
everywhere, not finding that camel.
He falls
asleep in the desert by the side of the road,
tired and
thinking now he's through looking.
Late in the
night he wakes up full of that loss.
The moon
comes rolling out like a white ball
on the huge,
empty polo field of the sky.
By that
light he sees his camel standing
in the
middle of the road. His tears
come easily
like a quick rain.
He turns his
face up, wet and shining.
How
can I say what you are with your light?
Let this be
a night like that one.
Each second
the moon tells us, Be more passionate.
We should
shine back and tell it the same thing.
It makes us
restless. It grieves for us.
Take it
inside you, that One whose Presence
is water. We
are the stream, searching along.
That One is
musk. We are the way musk smells.
Why not
spray ourselves?
- - Ghazal (Ode) 2544
Version by Coleman Barks
These Branching Moments
Copper Beech Press, 1988
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