that moon has come
that moon face of Joseph
if you haven’t any eyes
go borrow them from someone
when you see that face
you’ll no longer care for
sightseeing
you more resemble Joseph
than all that is high or
low
by God, when you see your
beauty
you’ll be the idol of yourself
don’t run off chattering
from the silence
don’t go haggling
there is no other market
here, one rose buys a garden
one penny buys a gold mine
for the sea is in love with
the drop
the sun is in love with the
candle
the Joseph of the heart
is in the pit of the body
and the bedouin buys him
for eighteen coins
