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90 A New Idea Rumi Every dawn we rise out of the east and shine like grains in the light. We thrash about between wet and dry, being neither one nor the other. We hear what the brass objects want, Turn us into gold. To help with that we rise up into the stars. We become pieces of amber on a necklace. Our patched robes change to elegant apparel. The world’s poison turns to sweetness in us. We move to the center of the fighting, this circle of bewildered lovers. We give the sign. We knock at the placeless door, riding a horse of green air. Soul becomes pure in the body, purer, we move inside love and stand next to Shams, our shoulders touching in the infinite house. Translated by Coleman Barks ...

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