The Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry
An anthology of poetry chosen from the world's great religious and literary traditions--the perfect companion to the bestselling Tao Te Ching.
• The Upanishads • The Book of Psalms • Lao-tzu • The Bhagavad Gita • Chuang-tzu • The Odes of Solomon • Seng-ts'an • Han-shan • Li Po • Tu Fu • Layman P'ang • Kukai • Tung-shan • Symeon the New Theologian • Izumi Shikibu • Su Tung-p'o • Hildegard of Bingen • Francis of Assisi • Wu-men • Dõgen • Rumi • Mechthild of Magdeburg • Dante • Kabir Mirabai • William Shakespeare • George Herbert • Bunan • Gensei • Angelus Silesius • Thomas Traherne • Basho • William Blake • Ryõkan • Issa • Ghalib • Bibi Hayati • Wait Whitman • Emily Dickinson • Gerard Manley Hopkins • Uvavnuk • Anonymous Navaho • W. B. Yeats • Antonio Machado • Rainer Maria Rilke • Wallace Stevens • D.H. Lawrence • Robinson Jeffers •
Translated by Robert Hass In the cherry blossom’s shade there’s no such thing as a stranger. Flying out from the Great Buddha’s nose: a swallow. CHALIP (1797-1869) For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river— Unbearable pain becomes its own cure. Travel far enough into sorrow, tears turn to sighing; In this way we learn how water can die into air. When, after heavy rain, the stormclouds disperse, Is it not that they’ve wept themselves clear to the end? If you
doubtless a serving-man, Carries a musical instrument. Every discoloration of the stone, Every accidental crack or dent, Seems a water-course or an avalanche, Or lofty slope where it still snows Though doubtless plum or cherry-branch Sweetens the little half-way house Those Chinamen climb towards, and I Delight to imagine them seated there; There, on the mountain and the sky, On all the tragic scene they stare. One asks for mournful melodies; Accomplished fingers begin to play.
activity. Surely you never have dreamed the incredible depths were prologue and epilogue merely To the surface play in the sun, the instant of life, what is called life? I fancy That silence is the thing, this noise a found word for it; interjection, a jump of the breath at that silence; Stars burn, grass grows, men breathe: as a man finding treasure says “Ah!” but the treasure’s the essence; Before the man spoke it was there, and after he has spoken he gathers it, inexhaustible
generous collaborators at almost every stage of the editing, and treated me to ideas, poems, translations, tennis, tea. Donald Sheehan, for alerting me to the passage from Symeon’s Hymn 15, and for sending me the Greek text, a literal French translation, and his own, freer version, from which I have borrowed a number of lines and phrases. Coleman Barks, for sending me several unpublished Rumi versions. Robert Bly, Robert Hass, Czeslaw Milosz, Brother David Steindl-Rast, O.S.B., and John
I prize. Long time before I in my mother’s womb was born, A God preparing did this glorious store, The world for me adorn. Into this Eden so divine and fair, So wide and bright, I come, his son and heir. A stranger here Strange things doth meet, strange glories see; Strange treasures lodged in this fair world appear, Strange all, and new to me. But that they mine should be, who nothing was, That strangest is of all, yet brought to pass. BASHŌ (1644-1694) Old pond, frog