In That Heart (11/15/2020)

Heart (11/15/2020)

What kind of work bench do You have in that heart?

What idols are You carving in that heart?

 

Spring has come. It is seed time.

Who knows what You are sowing in that heart?

 

Outside, You are covered with curtains of secrecy.

But, You are wide open in the middle of that heart.

 

The person who searches gets his feet stuck in the mud.

But, You scratch his head in that heart.

 

If a heart were not bigger and greater than the skies,

You wouldn’t ride the Moon in that heart.

 

If a heart were not such a big city,

no Sultan could fit in, move around in that heart.

 

O my Soul, the heart is an amazing forest.

You are the master of hunting in that heart.

 

There are thousands of waves which move in the sea of heart.

You harvest pearls in that heart.

 

I have kept silent,

because even if one tries to describe its qualities,

no mind can comprehend the heart.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 18, Ghazal 103, verses 1024-1032, pages 3-4.

No Signs, No Tricks, No Traces (9/27/2020)

No Signs, No Tricks, No Traces (9/27/2020)

The mind may give you what you think is evidence.

Love gives you the Beloved, the Friend.

What comes from the mind is dirty water.

What comes from the Beloved is the Water of Life.

You may ascend to the sky with all the signs of a lover’s journey,

all the evidence which your mind so freely gives.

But in the sky, you will find no signs, no tricks, no traces.

The Rubaiyat of Rumi (2021), Rubai 1376 (Volume 3). 

I am at Peace with Him (11/18/18)

No One Is a Stranger There (11/18/18)

Every mind becomes confused when it sees Your face.

Every face is scratched by Your Absence.

 

I have become drunk because of Your reproach.

I don’t even know if Your pure wine is better than a sedimented one. Continue reading “I am at Peace with Him (11/18/18)”