Al Gromer Khan
- The unknown Dervish -

The unknown Dervish

I am Al-Kahira, the comparer of nonsense and flowers.

I am grateful for my stupidity, admitted easily, yet I am concerned with specific details of style as I sit here in rags.

By circumstance not by choice this scrub has blossomed:
by choice and not by circumstance
this life has been kept plain.

I made an effort and found stuff to ignore,
leaving rusty strings unstruck. I neglect the spectacular and overlook the apparently important with deliberation.

I've waited aeons for the reversal of my interests:
Now life has become the joke and the sweetness
and hilarity of my own thoughts have turned into a point
of fascination for me.

No matter what anyone tells you:
I don't belong to any creed or sect, culture or race,
nor any period in history.

My only qualification is the age of my soul:
I own three hillside palaces of quiet pre-dawn moon sound.

Humiliation ist my clothing that I wear to sit
and bark with the dogs. I disconnect like dusk
and most likely
no one will bring flowers to my grave.

I am ardent without deed and I am information zero,
unimportant iridescent:
Grand Palace of Mercy.

Till now I stayed in one place not avoiding you:
now that the traditions are beginning to dissolve,
I put on my wintercoat and walk away.
Business done.

My contemporaries have declared society to be
the central item and are discussing things of importance
as I'm speaking to you now.

As my mother taught me to, I keep to myself a lot.

I am the lover of trees, found worthy of loneliness.

I could be the postman, the milkman, the sick person, the transvestite. It takes 1, 2 recognize 1 ...

I am the unknown dervish.

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