sábado, 7 de março de 2009

Whispers of the Beloved





Looking at my life

I see that only Love

Has been my soul’s companion

From deep inside

My soul cries out:

Do not wait, surrender

For the sake of Love.



If you can’t smell the fragrance

Don’t come into the garden of Love.

If you’re unwilling to undress

Don’t enter into the stream of Truth.

Stay where you are.

Don’t come our way.



All year round the lover is mad,

Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace.

Without love there is nothing but grief.

In love… what else matters?



Love is our Mother and

The way of our Prophet.

Yet it is in our nature

To fight with Love.

We can’t see you, mother,

Hidden behind dark veils

Woven by ourselves.



Do you want to enter paradise?

To walk the path of Truth

You need the grace of God.

We all face death in the end.

But on the way, be careful

Never to hurt a human heart!



Do you know what the music is saying?

“Come follow me and you will find the way.

Your mistakes can also lead you to the Truth.

When you ask, the answer will be given.”



The Master who’s full of sweetness

Is so drunk with love, he’s oblivious.

“Will you give mesome of your sweetness?”

“I have none,” he says,

unaware of his richness.



You know what love is?

It is all kindness, generosity.

Disharmony prevails when

You confuse lust with love, while

The distance between the two

Is endless.



This Love is a KingBut his banner is hidden.

The Koran speaks the Truth

But its miracle is concealed.

Love has pierced with its arrow

The heart of every lover.

Blood flows but the wound is invisible.


Rumi

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