A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
No sickness is there like sickness of heart.
The lover's ailment is different from all ailments;
Love is the astrolabe of God's mysteries.
A lover may hanker after this love or that love,
But at the last he is drawn to the KING of love.
However much we describe and explain love,
When we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear,
But love unexplained is clearer.
When pen hasted to write,
On reaching the subject of love it split in twain.
When the discourse touched on the matter of love,
Pen was broken and paper torn.
In explaining it Reason sticks fast, as an ass in mire;
Naught but Love itself can explain love and lovers!
None but the sun can display the sun,
If you would see it displayed, turn not away from it.
Shadows, indeed, may indicate the sun's presence,
But only the sun displays the light of life.
Shadows induce slumber, like evening talks,
But when the sun arises the "moon is split asunder."
In the world there is naught so wondrous as the sun,
But the Sun of the soul sets not and has no yesterday.
Though the material sun is unique and single,
We can conceive similar suns like to it.
But the Sun of the soul, beyond this firmament,
No like thereof is seen in concrete or abstract.
Where is there room in conception for His essence,
So that similitudes of HIM should be conceivable?
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Description Of Love
From guest Parvez Shaikh (contact)
Hi Love is like The end of happiness of day, and sorrow beginning -
"...Love unexplained is clearer"...this is truly a bit of wisdom...If love is 'felt' it need not be explained. And how could one ever describe the "Sun of the soul"? Rumi is one of my very favorite spiritual writers. I always enjoy the deep questioning of soul and the lifting of spirit. I read a small bit of poetry today from a dear friend and it brought this to my mind...the shadow and the sun...and so I came to be taught once again at the feet of a master poet...love this write...Peace, Rhonda
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Unrequited
From guest the oracle of love (contact)
This love Rumi speaks leaves the room quiet indeed.
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