Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Rumi ...

Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle;
Love is the work of wrestlers
The one who becomes a servant of lovers
is really a fortunate sovereign.
Don't ask anyone about Love;
ask Love alone about Love.
Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.
Love doesn't need me to translate; it translates for itself.
If you journey to the seventh heaven,
Love is a useful ladder.Wherever a caravan journeys,
Love is its qiblah
May this universe not deceive you,waylaying you from Love,
for this universe comes from you.
Let's go!
Close your mouth like mother of pearl.
Be silent, for this tongue of yours
is the enemy of the soul.

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