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English version by Aliki Barnstone Original Language Persian/Farsi	How can I see the splendor of the moon
Commentary by Ivan M. Granger Themes   Bliss   Garden   Heart   Honey   Light   Recommended Books The Shambhala Anthology of Women's Spiritual Poetry, Edited by Aliki Barnstone	How can I see the splendor of the moon If his face shines over my heart, Flaming like the sun? The Turks in his eyes charge through my soul, While untrue curling hair Defeats faith. Yet if he lifted the veil from his face, The world would be undone, The universe astounded. He walks through the garden With grace, erect, His exquisite posture mocking even the straight cypresses. He charges, riding his gnostic horse Into the holy space of divinity, The sacred sphere. Tonight the Saki with its red-stained ruby lips Pours wine for the luxury of every drunk, And sates every reveler's taste. As Hayati has drunk his ecstasy, Her soul now satisfied by the wine of his pure heart, How can she drink any other nectar?     -- from The Shambhala Anthology of Women's Spiritual Poetry, Edited by Aliki Barnstone Amazon.com
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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger

In this poem, the "splendor of the moon" represents creation. The moon, in its waxing and waning cycles, its changeability, expresses the most glorious or most brilliant aspects of the manifest world. And, in its femininity, the moon also represents the poet herself, her soul.

Unlike the fluctuating light of the moon, the sun's light is steady, constant, overpowering of all other light; in fact, it is the source of all other light, including the moon's. The masculine sun represents the Beloved to the feminine soul. In this poem, the sun is God.

When the sun of God's face shines over her heart, all of creation and all of herself is consumed in its flaming light. She sees nothing but the light of God, feeling that presence upon her heart.

And, as with so many sacred poems, especially within the Sufi tradition, wine here is the mystical drink. Bibi Hayati refers to the wine as having come from "his" (the Beloved's, God's) pure heart.

It is the true nectar. It flows in abundance. What else can satisfy?

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