Wednesday, February 28, 2007

poet i am not, but Rumi is

At times we are hidden, at times revealed;
We are Muslims, Christians, Jews; of any race.
Our hearts are shaped like any human heart,
But every day we wear a different face

- #1325, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi taken from


Ashraf,  12:50 PM  

My favourite is this

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

Mathnawi I, 23-31

life in words 8:16 AM  

thanks for sharing.

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