Legs: to run after.
Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,
for learning what men have done and tried to do.
Mysteries are not to be solved.
The eye goes blind
when it only wants to seewhy.
A lover is always accused of something.
But when he finds his love, whatever was lost
in the looking comes back completely changed.
On the way to Mecca, many dangers: thieves,
the blowing sand, only camel's milk to drink.
Still, each pilgrim kissed the black stone there
with pure longing, feeling in the surface
the taste of the lips he wants.
This talk is like stamping new coins.
They pile up,
while the real work is being done outside
by someone digging in the ground.