Bright Rose

A Version after Iqbal

You cannot loosen the heart's knot,
perhaps you have no heart,
no share in the turmoil

of this garden, where I yearn
but gather no roses.
Of what use to me is wisdom?

Once out of the garden,
you are at peace. I am anxious,
scorched as I search.

Even *Jamshid's empty cup
foretold the future: may wine
always satisfy my mouth,

that open circle in the mirror.

* The mythical Persian king Jamshid saw the reflection of all events in a wine cup.

By Rafiq Kathwari whose collection, In Another Country, is available here.