Anger rises when you're proud
of yourself.
Humble that.
Use the contempt of others, and your
own self-regarding, to change,
like
the cloud in folklore that became
three snake shapes.
Or if you like
the dog-barking lion wrath,
enjoy
the hurt longer.
Watch a one-year-old,
how it walks,
the slow wisdom
there.
Sometimes a sweet taste makes you sour and mean.
Listen
to the voice that says,
It was for you I created the universe.
Then kill and be killed in love.
You've been two dogs dozing long enough!
-- Ghazal (Ode) 2198
Version by Coleman Barks
"The Soul of Rumi"
HarperSanFrancisco, 2001
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