I’m drenched

Can you find another market like this?Where,with your one roseyou can buy hundreds of rose gardens?Where,for one seedget a whole wilderness?For one weak breath,a divine wind?You’ve been fearfulof being absorbed in the ground,or drawn up by the air.Now, your waterbead lets goand drops into the ocean,where it came from.It no longer has the form it…

Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:I bear the discomfort of cold and December’s snow in hope of spring.Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body;Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love…

Love and imagination are magiciansWho create an image of the Beloved in your mindWith which you share your secret intimate moments.This apparition is made of nothing at al,But from its mouth comes the question,‘Am I not your Loved One?’and from you the soft reply’Yes.Yes.Yes.’

Last night my soul cried, “O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly.“Without sin and crime, eternally revolving upon your body in its complaining is the indigo of mourning;“Now happy, now unhappy, like Abraham in the fire; at once king and beggar like Ebrahim-e Adham.“In your form you are…

Every night Thou freest our spirits from the bodyAnd its snare, making them pure as rased tablets.Every night spirits are released from this cage,And set free, neither lording it nor lorded over.At night prisoners are unaware of their prison,At night kings are unaware of their majesty.Then there is no thought or care for loss or…