What was said to the Rose. By Rumi

What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.

What was told to the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was whispered to the jasmine

so, it is what it is.

Whatever made sugarcane sweet;

Whatever was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in Turkestan that makes
them so handsome.

Whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush like a human face, that is being said to me now. I blush.

Whatever put eloquence in language, that’s happening here.

The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude, chewing a piece of sugarcane, in love with the one to whom every ‘that’ belongs!