Monday, December 14, 2009

Rumi Quatrains....

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To Love is to reach God.
Never will a Lover's chest feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover's robe be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover's body be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to reach God.


You think you are alive because you breathe air?
Shame on you, that you are alive in such a limited way.
Don't be without love, so you won't feel deal.
Die in love and stay alive forever.


My head is busting with the joy of the unknown.
My heart is expanding a thousand fold.
Every cell, taking wings, flies about the world.
All seek separately the many faces of my love.

The Lover is ever drunk with Love.
He is mad, she is free.
He sings with delight, she dances with ecstasy.
Caught by our own thoughts, we worry about everything.
But once we get drunk on that Love.
Whatever will be, will be.
Love is best when mixed with anguish.
In our town, we won't call you a Lover if you escape the pain.
Look for Love in this way,
welcome it to your soul
and watch your spirit fly away in ecstasy.
The Lovers will drink wine night and day.
They will drink until they can tear away the veils of intellect
and melt away the layers of shame and modesty.
When in Love, body, mind, heart and soul don't even exist.
Become this, fall in Love, and you will not be separated again.
We are all powerless by Love's game.
How can you expect us to behave and act modest?
How can you expect us to stay at home, like good little boys?
How can you expect us to enjoy being chained like mad men?
Oh, my Beloved, you will find us every night,
on your street, with our eyes glued to your window,
waiting for a glimpse of your radiant face.
This world is no match for your Love.
Being away from you is death aiming to take my soul away.
My heart, so precious, I won't trade for a hundred thousand souls.
Your one smile takes it for free.
I sipped some of love's sweet wine, and now I am ill.
My body aches, my fever is high.
They called in the doctor and he said, drink this tea!
Ok, time to drink this tea.
He said, Take these pills!
Ok, time to take these pills.
The doctor said, and get rid of the sweet wine of love's lips!
Ok, time to get rid of the doctor.

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