all the dead commentators lift their heads

There's a sentence from a Rumi poem, something like "You say the first line of the Koran and all the dead commentators lift their heads."  I tried googling it and can't find it.  What the fudge.  It's from my favorite Coleman Barks book, Like This.

Ming's sleeping lightly.  I would sing quietly along with this music and he would wake up, stir, fall back asleep.

Today we went to the Obon Festival.  I caught a few minutes of taiko, which was my favorite part.  While my relatives were still parking.  The crowds stressed me out.  It's hard work, being a person.