THE LOVE OF SUCH A ONE

VI.

O thou who art my soul's comfort in the season of sorrow,

O thou who art my spirit's treasure in the bitterness of death!

That which the imagination has not conceived, that

which the understanding has not seen,

Visiteth my soul from thee, hence in worship I turn toward thee 

By thy grace I keep fixed on eternity my amorous gaze,

Except, O king, the pomps that perish lead me astray.

The favour of that one, who brings glad tidings of thee,

Even without thy summons, is sweeter in mine ear that songs.

In the prostrations of prayer thought of thee, O lord,

Is necessary and binding on me as the seven verses.

To thee belongs mercy and intercession for the sin of infidels:

As regards me, thou art chief and principal of the stony-hearted.

If a never-ceasing bounty should offer kingdoms,

If a hidden treasure should set before me all that is,

I would bend down with my soul, I would lay my face in the dust,

I would say, Of all these the love of such a one for me!'

Eternal life, me thinks, is the time of union,

Because time, for me, hath no place there.

Life is the vessels, union the clear draught in them;

Without thee what does the pain of the vessels avail me?

I had twenty thousand desires ere this;

In passion for him not even (care of) my safety remained.

By the help of his grace I am become safe, because

The unseen king saith to me, Thou art the soul of the world.'

The essence of the meaning of "He" has filled my heart and soul;

"Au" cries the street-dog, and neither have I third or second".

The body, at the time of union with him, paid no regard to the spirit;

Tho' incorporeal, he became visible unto me.

I aged with his affliction, but when Tabriz 

You name, all my youth comes back to me.

-"Selected Poems from the Divani Shamsi Tabriz"

Edited and translated by Reynold A. Nicholson

Source Rumi ORG

You think you found your destination I

You know something?

I just do not care

I do not care too much for now

You're so far away, you live so far

To live within the walls of the Ottoman Empire

And enslaved ruins of Constantinople

I do not care if you believe in Allah or in your luxury watch

You know, I really think I can stand it,

Only by seeing the tone spreads on your skin in winter clouds

You know me and I know it's you

You know that your hand is not as warm as mine.

You can believe and strive to lie,

You can even convince occasionally

You have found your destination and your belief is fulfilled

You'll have a quiet life, a great relaxing holiday

A future without surprises, without war and weapons

A rest at home, across the Atlantic

In the evenings where you can breathe the sea salt

While sipping your favorite cup of tea

But I know when the sun sets each evening

You feel that your world is eternally off

I know you've said a thousand times I have found that both wanted

You've found now that you've seen after so many years in front of your eyes and walk out of your hand. But you can not fool your limpid soul that shakes the roots of my eyes from the first loneliness we met without lamps. You have not found anything

You did not find anything

The great lighthouse does not shine in front of you every evening and every morning,

You know that's not true,

You know that every time the sun comes off,

You know it's a habit that has spread through your veins

You know I note that you have the mirror in the bathroom that you use only,

You know it is visible after the steam and splashes after simulating a glass snorted

You know it's there, the look of anguish that lies at the bottom of a swamp

Where you could not plant anything, which has not grown any flower

You want to believe, think sometimes when she pampers you know, but you know that is not true

You know that is not the level that you want to elevate your soul.

You know in your sleep you've been far from Istanbul and far from Turkey,

And we walk life beyond East and West,

And all libraries become short of words

Faced with all we have and we must tell each other

You know I really have found that by the end of the beginning

There is a no nonsense it has been written in our hands

I know it's you and you know me

You know I did not need to meet you to recognize

You know that only my footprint is the key to cross the portal

Floating forms that unlocks The Garden of Earthly Delights

And open the cube where life stays

You know all you have is just enough

And it is even less significant, and know that all experiences to date

They are not not even the veil of nothing compared to that moment when you and I decided to embrace the same fate and covering it with sand,

You can get used to living this lie

To have a heritage, a legacy and a hyphen

A dull with fine suits the essence of your flesh

A dark look after your tinted windows

But thou shalt not find oblivion.

I know you still can not find what you are looking for,

I know you've indicated date and time for your visit to the church,

I know you tell yourself you're in love

But you know you have not found at all

What you're looking for

And longing and missing

Since you have memories of yearning

Press phtotograph of Kenan Imirzalioglu and Sinem Kobel, modified by the blog author, 2015.

Milza López, 2015

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