Assume I am a thorn, a bad one.
But, the thorn and rose go together.
When a jeweler weighs gold,
he puts barley as a weight on the other side of the scale.
Actions go with ideas.
Goods come from the Earth.
This situation appears in words;
the words are the sign of situations.
The beginning of the Universe is confusion, tumult;
the end is a shake and a quake.
Love and gratitude are the same as complaints.
Peace and comfort go hand-in hand with jolts and shakes.
Dawn is the decree of the Sun,
Love of God,
the Sultan’s monogram,
and, “the time of Union has come now.”
Love is interpreted this way.
Look at the One who is the compassion of the Universe.
Look at how He uplifts and gives status to the poor.
Thanks to Him, mantles are as bright as the Moon.
Shawls smell like roses.
Love is the whole thing; we are only pieces.
Love is the sea with no end; we are a drop of it.
He brings hundreds of proofs.
We can find our way only through them.
The sky turns only with Love.
Without Love, even the stars are eclipsed, extinguished.
With Love, hunched back dal becomes elif.
Once elif loses Love, it turns into dal.
The word originates from the Love of the knowledge
of the real truth of things.
Don’t keep Love away from your soul,
so that your good deeds may bear fruit and keep growing.
The word is enough, even if it is scarce,
for the one who understands its meaning.
But, it is never enough for the one who sees only appearances.
To him, the words are weak and pale.
It doesn’t matter if too many poems have been said.
Wouldn’t it be better if the sea were full of pearls?
The camel can keep going stage by stage
with the pleasure derived from poems.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, Ghazal 1, verses 8-17, pages 2-3.