In the waters of purity, I melted like salt
doubt remained.In the center of my heart a star has appearedAnd all the seven heavens have become lost in it.
doubt remained.In the center of my heart a star has appearedAnd all the seven heavens have become lost in it.
Love comes on strong,consuming herself, unabashed.Yet, in the midst of suffering,Love proceeds like a millstone,hard surfaced and straightforward.Having died of self-interest,she risks everything and asks for nothing.Love gambles away every gift God bestows.Without cause God gave us Being;without cause, give it back again.
and cannot be seen. Even universalintelligence gets blurry when it thinksyou may leave. You came here alone,but you create hundreds of new worlds.Spring is a peacock flirting withrevelation. The rose gardens flame.Ocean enters the boat. I throwit all away, except this love for Shams.Translation by: Coleman Barks
Man is surely like a lute, no more and no less;For if, for instance, the belly of the lute becomes full, nolament high or low will arise from that full lute.If your brain and belly are on fire through fasting, because ofthe fire every moment a lament will arise from your breast.Every moment you will…
Thou art not fairer than many other fair ones.’She replied, ‘Be silent; thou art not Majnun!’If thou hadst Majnun’s eyes,The two worlds would be within thy view.Thou art in thy senses, but Majnun is beside himself.In love to be wide awake is treason.The more a man is awake, the more he sleeps (to love);His (critical)…
Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead.From then on, death lost all hope of me.
passion work. With passion make love.With passion eat and drink and dance and play.Why look like a dead fishin this oceanofGod?
is being taken outyou must never thinki am missing this worlddon’t shed any tearsdon’t lament orfeel sorryi’m not fallinginto a monster’s abysswhen you seemy corpse is being carrieddon’t cry for my leavingi’m not leavingi’m arriving at eternal lovewhen you leave mein the gravedon’t say goodbyeremember a grave isonly a curtainfor the paradise behindyou’ll only see…
If you are going to kill me, kill me, it is alright.When the friend kills, a new life will rise.
I hear a drum in my soul’s earcoming from the depths of the stars.Our camel driver is at work;the caravan is being readied.He asks that we forgive himfor the disturbance he has caused us,He asks why we travelers are asleep.Everywhere the murmur of departure;the stars, like candlesthrust at us from behind blue veils,and as if…