This is love: to fly to heaven, every monent to rend a hundred veils; at first instance, to break away from breath --first step, to renounce feet; To disregard this world, to see only that which you yourself have seen. I said, "Heart, congratulations on entering the circle of lovers, on gazing beyond the range of the eye, on running into the alley of the breasts." ** Lovers, oh lovers, what remedy is there? For I am consumed with fire, and yet this business is unsettled. There is no remedy but pure wine in cups which noble men have circulated. The tale of lovers has no end, so we will be satisfied like this, and so farewell! The answer of Motannabi's saying is this: "A heart which wine cannot console." ** There's no love in me without your being, no breath without that. I once thought I could give up this longing, then though again, But I couldn't continue being human. ** For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn't decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep. - Rumi |
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