PagineI Saw the Winter Weaving
by Rumi
Translated by William Hastie (1903) · From Dīvāni Shamsi Tabrīz
I saw the winter weaving from flakes a robe of Death;
And the spring found earth in mourning, all naked, lone, and bare.
I heard Time's loom a-whirring that wove the Sun's dim Veil;
I saw a worm a-weaving in Life-threads its own lair.
I saw the Great was Smallest, and saw the Smallest Great;
For God had set His likeness on all the things that were.
This poem and this translation are in the public domain. Source text: Project Gutenberg.