Everything except love is devoured by Love
17 September 2006
The wild beast wouldn’t dare to devour the flesh of the lover:
Love is recognized both by the corrupt and by the good;
and if the beast should attempt to rip the lover apart with words,
the lover’s flesh will become a fatal poison.
To the beak of Love the two worlds are but a single grain.
Everything except love is devoured by Love.
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Lahm-e `Äsheq-rÄ niyÄrad khvord dad
`eshq ma`rufast pish-e nik o bad
Var khvord khvod fi al-masal dÄm o dadesh
gusht-e `Äsheq zahr gardad be-kashadesh
Harcheh joz `eshqast shod ma’kul-e `Eshq
do jahÄn yek dÄneh pish-e nul-e `Eshq
- translated by Camille and Kabir Helminski
“Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance”
Threshold Books, 1996
The image above was taken by JS in Mongolia
ya u can proceed, thanks for ur comment
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Ah what lovely words. Rumi is the master of Love. We are but beggars at His door, seeking crumbs.
Ya Haqq!
Really nice post & yes irving Mr. Rumi has many factories of magical words, he is just amazing.
Irving, Jugnu
Many thanks for leaving the comment. The beauty of Rumi’s poetry is amazing indeed.