As fire confronts the soft flowing waters
Seeking this low obstacle to consume
So growing apart are sons and daughters
Not knowing which shall be more, plough or loom?
And yet the river’s life the flames might doom
As clouds bearing rain, turning all to green
None knowing who shall prevail, bride or groom
Uneasy love or knowledge come between.
My love, from such sore strife, how can we wean
Both sullen enemy and lifelong friend?
Less the other, none wins, not king nor queen
‘Less they meld each other, and together blend.
The fire of love enemy heart subdues
The knowing waters love’s efforts renews.
Baha, 160 © Larry Gates 2003