Two birds?
“Hey Sufi…”
Called merchant.
“Follow me, ” man replied:
“Grab rope, hold on knots.”
To merchant there was none
In ponder: “A vision, magician or shaman? ”
Sufi high in sky had his rope and climbed.
Merchant down with store, books, accounts.
“Cannot have Dates and God.”
Sufi said: “Either wealth or a heart.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem