Tuesday, July 19, 2011

A poem attributed to Rumi

This version of the poem is from Silk Road Cooking: A Vegetarian Journey, by Najmieh Batmanglij.


If wheat springs from my dust when I am dead
And from the grain that grows there you bake bread,
What drunkenness will rise and overthrow
With frenzied love the baker and his dough --
It is a tipsy song his ovens sing!

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