Boil Nicely Now
Look at the chickpea in the pot,
how it leaps up when it feels the fire.
While boiling, it continuously rises to the top
and cries, "Why are you setting this fire under me?
Did you buy me for this tumbling and torture?"
The housewife keeps hitting it with the ladle.
"No!" she says, "boil nicely now,
and don't leap away from the one who makes the fire.
It's not because you are hateful to me that I boil you,
but so that you might gain flavor,
and become nutritious and mingle with essential spirit.
This affliction is not because you are despised.
When you were green and fresh,
you were watered in the garden;
that water-drinking was for the sake of this fire.
-Mathnawi III, 4159-65
Do the yellow-rose petals
tremble and fall
at the rapid's roar?