A Sufi Song

My heart ’s the field I sow for thee, For thee to water and to reap; My heart ’s the house I ope for thee, For thee to air and dust and sweep; My heart ’s the rug I spread for thee, For thee to dance or pray or sleep; My heart ’s the pearls I thread for thee, For thee to wear or break or keep; My heart ’s a sack of magic things— Magic carpets, caps and rings— To bring thee treasures from afar And from the Deep.