a lovely poem from Rumi (poem number 60)
Tuesday, 28. March 2006, 13:40:45
The bird of my heart has again begun to flutter, the parrot of my soul has begun to chew sugar.
My mad and drunken camel has begun to rend the chain of reason.
A gulp of that incautious wine has begun to flow over my head and eyes.
The lion of the gaze, despite the dog of the Companions of the Cave, has begun to drink my blood again.
The water is flowing again in this river; by the riverbank the grass has begun to shoot.
The dawn breeze is blowing again in the garden, it has begun to blow over rose and rosebed.*
Love sold me for a single fault; Love’s heart burned, and has begun to buy back.
He drove me away; compassion came to him and called; Love has begun to look kindly upon me.
My enemy has seen that I am with the Friend; he has begun to gnaw his hand of envy.
My heart has escaped from the trickery of fortune, it has begun to creep into Love’s bosom.
The tale-bearer brow making hints has begun to curve over that eye.
When Love called my heart towards Him, my heart began to flee from all creation.
Creatures are sticks; the blind man flings away the stick when he begins to see.
Creatures are like milk; the infant turns from milk when it has begun to digest viands.
The spirit is like a falcon taking wing, for it has begun to hear the drum of the king.
Enough, for the veil of speech has begun to spin a curtain around you.
this is poem number 60 from “Mystical Poems of Rumi” (Poems 1-200) by Jalal al-Din Rumi, translated from the Persian by A.J. Arberry (Univ. of Chicago Press, 1991)
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