This is love: to fly to heaven, every moment to rend a hundred veils;
At first instance, to break away from breath -- first step, to renounce feet;
To disregard this world, to see only that which you yourself have seen
I said, Heart, congratulations on entering the circle of lovers,
On gazing beyond the range of the eye, on running into the alley of the breasts.
Whence came this breath, O heart? Whence came this throbbing, O heart?
Bird, speak the tongue of birds: I can heed your cipher!
The heart said, I was in the factory whilst the home of water and clay was abaking.
I was flying from the workshop whilst the workshop was being created.
When I could no more resist, they dragged me; how shall I tell the manner of that dragging?
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Poems by Rumi
SpiritualRumi, also known as Mevlana/Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi was a 13th century Persian poet and Sufi mystic. His poems are mainly written in Persian, but occasionally Greek, Arabic and Turkish. His poetry has influenced not only Persian literature but Turki...
