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O Beloved, Be Like That to Me
The flames that dance with love -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
The burning heat within the fire -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
My candle burns with longing.
It cries with tears of wax.
Like the wick of a melting candle -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
Now that we’ve joined the path of love
we cannot sleep at night.
At the drunken tavern, the drummer beats the drum -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
The night is dark, the lovers are awake.
Don’t bother them with thoughts of sleep.
They want only to be here with us -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
Union is a raging river running toward the sea.
Tonight the moon kisses the stars,
Majnun becomes Layla -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
God has become everything.
He has graced this poet with kindness.
Everything I touch and see becomes the fire of love -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
Version by Jonathan Star
January 10th, 2008 at 5:14 am
Are you in town?
Raz, listen up, do you want to meet for coffee today?
“My candle burns with longing.
It cries with tears of wax.”
that sounds so dated! Can’t you put up some contemporary stuff you like?
Keep well,
b.
January 10th, 2008 at 2:01 pm
May the candle of enlightenment that is lit in your blog glow for ever with an unending wick!
And yes, be like that to me!
Cheers!