Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
Lover and Loving are inseparable
and timeless.
Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee. We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:our victory and defeat is from thee,O thou whose qualities are comely! Who are we, O Thou soul of our…
Sad gôna namâz-ast-o rukû`-ast-o sujûdân-râ ke jamâl-é dôst bâsh-ad miHrâb—————————————– ——————————————Today, like every day, we are ruined, ruined (by ‘wine’).Don’t open the door of worry, but take up the lute!There are a hundred kinds of prayer, bowing, and prostration6For the one whose prayer-niche, is the beauty of the Beloved
bond you bind, I break, by your soul.I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow;I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.My joy is of your doing, my hangover of your thorn;whatever side you turn your face,I turn mine, by your soul.I spoke in error;it is not…
My passionate flame is reignited,Rekindled.When I burnt my diary,I saw the jacinth, red and golden flames.They are just like the ones inside me.Ablaze and dancing,Frolicking, with nothing to worry.My soul is ablaze like forests of maple in autumn.Like Pentium magma seeping from the ground.All hatred, jealousy and anger within me are sullen, worn. It has…
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove.O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wand’ring bark,Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.Love’s not Time’s fool,…
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held:Then being ask’d where all thy beauty lies,Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.How…
