Peter Lucas Hulen


The small ruby everyone wants has fallen out on
     the road.
Some think it is east of us, others west of us.

Some say, "among the primitive earth rocks," others,
     "in the deep waters."

Kabir's instinct told him it was inside, and what it
     was worth,
and he wrapped it up carefully in his heart cloth.

Robert Bly, Tr., Kabir: Ecstatic Poems (Boston: Beacon Press, 2007)