Don’t grieve,
anything you lose comes round in another form.
The child weaned from mother’s milk
now drinks wine and honey mixed.
God’s joy moves
from unmarked box to unmarked box,
from cell to cell.
As rainwater, down into a flowerbed.
as a rose, up from the ground.
Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,
now a cliff covered with vines,
now a horse being saddled.
It hides within these,
until one day it cracks them open.
Translated by: Coleman Barks
truth lies in your deepest soul, when you found one you will enjoy the spring of unlimited love forever
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Rumi
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Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Rumi
Don’t grieve,
anything you lose comes round in another form.
The child weaned from mother’s milk
now drinks wine and honey mixed.
God’s joy moves
from unmarked box to unmarked box,
from cell to cell.
As rainwater, down into a flowerbed.
as a rose, up from the ground.
Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,
now a cliff covered with vines,
now a horse being saddled.
It hides within these,
until one day it cracks them open.
Translated by: Coleman Barks
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