A Dervish Came From Tabriz

When he -Rumi-

Cried in silent need

I rode my donkey

From Persia I carried

The load not the mule

When he -Rumi-

Became my burden

I loved the Prophet

Even better for ..

When he -Rumi-

Danced a dhikr

Circle not even

Khidr was more

Perfect than Pi

When he -Rumi-

Saw me for what

I was he learned

To love as did I

When he -Rumi-

Cut into my heart

As did his pupils

I devoured his pen

For poetry’s sake

When he -Rumi-

Picked up his cross

He was loved by

The Prophet and me

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