Bu Ali16 got lost
In the dust
Kicked up by
Laila’s17 dromedary.
Rumi’s18 hand
Seized the curtain
Of her litter.
This one dived
Deeper, deeper still,
Till he came
Upon the pearl
He was after.
But the other
Got caught in
A whirlpool like a piece of straw.
If the truth
Has no fervour,
It is plain philosophy.
If it has the proper fervour,
It is poetry.