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“I am only the house of your beloved,not the beloved herself:true love is for the treasure,not for the coffer that contains it.”The real beloved is that one who is unique,who is your beginning and your end.When you find that one,you’ll…
I am a sculptor, a molder of form.In every moment I shape an idol.But then, in front of you, I melt them downI can rouse a hundred formsand fill them with spirit,but when I look into your face,I want to…
Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage;God has seized me, and I am thus held fast.By love’s soul, bring me a cup of wine that is the envy of thesun, for I care aught but love.Bring…
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,Lamenting its banishment from its home: “Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,My plaintive notes have moved men and women to tears.I burst my breast, striving to give vent to sighs,And to…
I am part of the loadNot rightly balancedI drop off in the grass,like the old Cave-sleepers, to browsewherever I fall. For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grainsfloating and flying in the will of the air,often forgetting ever…
I made a far journeyEarth’s fair cities to view,but like to love’s cityCity none I knew At the first I knew notThat city’s worth,And turned in my follyA wanderer on earth. From so sweet a countryI must needs pass,And like…
‘Tis light makes colour visible: at nightRed, greene, and russet vanish from thy sight.So to thee light by darness is made known:Since God hat none, He, seeing all, deniesHimself eternally to mortal eyes.From the dark jungle as a tiger bright,Form…
First he appeared in the realm inanimate;Thence came into the world of plants and livedThe plant-life many a year, nor called to mindWhat he had been; then took the onward wayTo animal existence, and once moreRemembers naught of what life…
We are the flute, our music is all Thine;We are the mountains echoing only Thee;And movest to defeat or victory;Lions emblazoned high on flags unfurled—They wind invisible sweeps us through the world.
What makes the Sufi? Purity of heart;Not the patched mantle and the lust perverseOf those vile earth-bound men who steal his name.He in all dregs discerns the essence pure:In hardship ease, in tribulation joy.The phantom sentries, who with batons drawnGuard…