In truth, there never was an end.

Almost eight hundred years later, the spirits of Shams and Rumi are still alive today,

whirling amid us somewhere...


June 26, 2012

From dust...



I can’t pretend to be a lion able to conquer the enemy,
To master myself would be enough.
I am only the dust on my Lover’s path
and from dust I will rise and turn into a flower.

Rumi


June 13, 2012

Garden 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.

                                                  -Rumi

June 4, 2012

I need a lover and a friend - يار مرا غار مرا



I need a lover and a friend
All friendships you transcend
And impotent I remain


You are Noah and the Ark
You are the light and the dark
Behind the veil I remain


You are passion and are rage
You are the bird and the cage
Lost in flight I remain


You are the wine and the cup
You are the ocean and the drop
While afloat I remain


I said, "O Soul of the world
My desperation has taken hold!"
"I am thy essence," without scold,
"Value me much more than gold."


You are the bait and the trap
You are the path and the map
While in search I remain


You are poison and the sweet
You are defeated and defeat
Sword in hand I remain


You are the wood and the saw
You are cooked, and are raw
While in a pot I remain


You are sunshine and the fog
You are water and the jug
While thirsty I remain


Sweet fragrance of Shams is
The joy and pride of Tabriz
Perfume trader I remain.




يار مرا غار مرا عشق جگرخوار مرا
يار تويی غار تويی خواجه نگهدار مرا


نوح تويی روح تويی فاتح و مفتوح تويي
سينه ی مشروح تويی پردهٔ اسرار مرا


نور تويی سور تويی دولت منصور تويي
مرغ کُهِ طور تويی خسته بمنقار مرا


قطره تويی بحر تويی لطف تويی قهر تويي
قند تويی زهر تويی بيش ميازار مرا


حجره ی خورشيد تويی خانه ی ناهيد تويي
روضه ی اميد تويی راه ده ای يار مرا


گفتمش ای جان جهان مفلس و بی مايه شدم
گفت منم مايه تو نيک نگهدار مرا


روز تويی روزه تويی حاصل دريوزه تويي
آب تويی کوزه تويی آب دِه اين یار مرا


دانه تويی دام تويی باده تويی جام تويي
پخته تويی خام تويی خام بمگذار مرا


اين تن اگر کم تندی راه دلم کم زندي
راه شدی تا نبدی اين همه گفتار مرا


خواند مرا خواند مرا گفت بيا گفت بيا
ميروم ای وای بمن گر ندهد بار مرا


شمس شکر ريز تويی مفخر تبريز تويي
لخّلخّه آميز تويی خواجه عطار مرا


By Jalal-e-Din Mowlana Rumi from Divan-e Shams