Lovers share a sacred decree – to seek the Beloved.They roll head over heels,rushing toward the Beautiful One like a torrent of water.
In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved – Our seeking is His seeking,Our words are His words.
At times we flow toward the Belovedlike a dancing stream.At times we are still waterheld in His pitcher.At times we boil in a potturning to vapor –that is the job of the Beloved.
He breathes into my earuntil my soultakes on His fragrance.He is the soul of my soul –How can I escape?But why would any soul in this worldwant to escape from the Beloved?
He will melt your pridemaking you thin as a strand of hair,Yet do not trade, even for both worlds,One strand of His hair.
We search for Him here and therewhile looking right at Him.Sitting by His side we ask,"O Beloved, where is the Beloved?"
Enough with such questions! –Let silence take you to the core of life.
All your talk is worthlessWhen compared to one whisperof the Beloved.
One Whisper of the Beloved - Rumi
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