Sunday, June 7, 2009

Rumi

The Poet of Love!

Come, come, whoever you are.

Wonderer, worshipper, lover.

It doesn't matter.

Ours is not a caravan of despair.

Come, even if you have broken your vow a

thousand times

Come, yet again, come.


Please Don't Go

It doesn't matter if the eye, the mind, and the soul should all get up and leave
Let them go.
But don't you ever go away.
seeing you here is better than having all of them.

The sun and the sky took shelter in your shadow.
Even the sky and the stars depart.
Don't go.

O one whose most garbled words are purer than essence, let the essence go.
But don't you go.

The faithful are afraid of being separated from the faith in their last few breaths.
My only fear is to be separated from you.
Don't go.

Don't go.
But if you must, then take my soul with you.

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