An Egypt that doesn’t exist anymore

I want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and don’t try so make both worlds fit in one mouthful. I keep secret in myself an Egypt that doesn’t exist Is that good or bad? I don’t know For years I gave away sexual love with my eyes. Now I don’t. I’m not in any one place. I don’t have a name for what I give away. Whatever Shams gave, that you can have from me. Rumi trans. Coleman Barks.(1994) The Essential Rumi