by Sohrab Sepehri
I am a Muslim:
The rose is my qibla.
The stream my prayer-rug,
the sunlight my clay tablet.
My mosque the meadow.
I rinse my arms for prayers
along with the thrum and
pulse of windows.
Through my prayers streams
the moon, the refracted
light of the sun.
From:
Water's Football
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Translated frpm Farsi by Kazim Ali with Mohammed Jafar Mahallati
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Last updated May 24, 2019