The Hoopoe

Shocking as a friend of God,
his plumage in the air,
the hoopoe heralds mystery
inviting us to share.
A drunk one, sober one,
causing us to stare.
‘Huu-huu-huu –
follow if you dare!’

Pink as the rose of
Farid ud-Din’s delight;
an interplay of opposites,
stripes of black and white;
a drunk one, sober one,
such a shocking sight;
yet hiding in the ditches
this one’s delight.

Two feet on the ground,
so he bows to the earth,
eating up the grubs
in the filth and the dirt.
From sober ones, drunk ones
who has not heard:
‘It is from the lowly
the heavenly is birthed’?

In the stubbled field
on our knees we may find
that he has taken off
on a wing at a sign.
A drunk one, sober one,
he zigzags as he climbs;
for sometimes ‘the straight path’
takes a crooked line.

Shocking as a friend of God,
his plumage in the air,
the hoopoe heralds history,
a lineage to share;
A drunk one, sober one,
one beyond compare.
‘Huu-huu-huu –
follow if you dare!’

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