by Jalalu'l-din Rumi （Translated by Coleman Barks）

    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！