How lover and beloved touch is familiar and courteous,
but there is a strange impulse in that
to create a form that will dissolve all other shapes.
Remember,
the entrance door to the sanctuary
is inside you.
We watch a sunlight dust dance,
and we try to be that lively,
but nobody knows what music
those particles hear.
Each of us has a secret companion musician
to dance to.
Unique rhythmic play,
a motion in the street
we alone know
and hear.
Shams is a king of kings like Mahmud,
but there's not another
pearl-crushing dervish Ayaz like me.
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