The Joy Is Entering the River
For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river –
Unbearable pain becomes it’s own cure.
Travel far enough into sorrow,
Tears turn to sighing;
In this way
We can learn how water can die into air.
When, after heavy rain,
The storm clouds disperse,
It is not that they’ve wept themselves
Clear to the end?
If you want to know the miracle,
How wind can polish a mirror,
The shining grass grows green in spring.
It’s the rose’s unfolding, Ghalib,
The creates the desire to see –
In every color and circumstance,
May the eyes be open for what comes.