Sunday, July 7, 2013

Persian Poetry Sunday

A soul which is not clothed
with the inner garment of Love
should be ashamed of its existence.

Be drunk with Love, for Love is all that exists.
Where is intimacy found if not in the give and take of Love.

If they ask what Love is, say: the sacrifice of will.
If you have not left your will behind, you have no will at all.

The lover is a king of kings with both worlds beneath him;
and a king does not regard what lies at his feet.

Only Love and the lover can resurrect beyond time.
Give your heart to this; the rest is secondhand.

How long will you embrace a lifeless beloved?
Embrace the entity to which nothing can cling.

What sprouts up every spring will wither by autumn,
but the rose garden of Love is always green.

Both the rose and the thorn appear together in spring,
and the wine of the grapes is not without its headaches.

Don't be an impatient bystander on this path-
by God there's no death worse than expectation.

Set your heart on hard cash if you are not counterfeit,
and listen to this advice if you are not a slave.

Don't falter on the horse of the body; go more lightly on foot.
God gives wings to those who are not content to ride an ass.

Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror that contains no images.

When it is empty of forms, all forms are contained in it.
No face would be ashamed to be so clear.

If you want a clear mirror, behold yourself
and see the shameless truth which the mirror reflects.

If metal can be polished to a mirrorlike finish,
what polishing might the mirror of the heart require?

Between the mirror and the heart is the single difference:
the heart conceals secrets, while the mirror does not. 


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