Â Choose A Suffering
Yesterday in the assembly I saw my
soul inside the jar of the one who
pours. “Don’t forget your job,” I
said. He came with his lighted
face, kissed the full glass, and as
he handed it to me, it became a
red-gold oven taking me in, a ruby
mine, a greening garden. Everyone
chooses a suffering that will change
him or her to a well-baked loaf.
Abu Lahab, biting his hand, chose
doubt. Abu Huraya, his love for
cats! One searches a confused mind
for evidence. The other has a
leather sack full of what he needs.
If we could be silent now, the
master would tell us some stories
they hear in the high council.
— Ghazal (Ode) 1246
Version by Coleman Barks
“The Soul of Rumi”