What can I write more about these lyrical lines and a thought process immersed in love.
Give yourself a kiss.
If you live in China, don’t look
somewhere else, in Tibet, or Mongolia.
If you want to hold the beautiful one,
hold yourself to yourself.
When you kiss the Beloved,
touch your own lips with your own fingers.
The beauty of every woman and every man
is your own beauty.
The confusion of your hair
obscures that sometimes.
An artist comes to paint you
and stands with his mouth open.
Your love reveals your beauty,
but all covering would disappear
if only for a moment your holding-back
would sit before your generosity
“Sir, who are you?”
Shams’ life-changing face
gives you a wink.
— Version by Coleman Barks
Courtesy Sunlight Group