Awful & astonishing night will clasp at the leaves; at the coins of a ruined country: yellow maple; red procession; black branches. As I
Roll me up and call me Weakness. Or furrow something tender. Disappear into a hole hidden in the high grass, now say bask now
out of the underworld, doesn’t yet know it’s only ever been in his nature to, looking back, lose everything: maybe what we know of
Translated by Cindy Rinne “Go sweep out the chamber of your heart. Make it ready to be the dwelling place of the Beloved.” Mahmud