When your soul touched mine, a great chord started singing.
How then do I attune it to another affair?
O! That somewhere could be found
Where it did not reverberate with that song!!
Everything that touches you and me
Unites in one grand melody.
Whence is that instrument from where this melody breaks forth?
And who is the musician that holds the bow?
O ! Sweet melody ~ ~

A lover asked his beloved,

Do you love yourself more than you love me?

Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you.

I've disappeared from myself and my attributes,

I am present only for you.

I've forgotten all my learnings,

but from knowing you I've become a scholar.

I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.

If I love myself...I love you.

If I love you...I love myself.

 ~ 

RUMI

Let all find fulfillment in love.
Let lovers be reconciled.
Let them be in ecstasy forever.
Let their lives be a glorification.
Let their souls cavort in the glow of Your love.

I picked a flower from your garden, O Master Gardener !
I clasped it close to my heart and the thorn piqued.
When the day ebbed and nighfall approached, I discerned that the flower had lost its hue, but the ache remained.

More flowers will blossom in your garden, full of fragrance and delight, O Gardener !
But my time for gathering blossoms is over, and through the nighttripping hours, I have not my flower, only the ache that abides and a heart that bleeds.

You conceal Yourself in Your own splendor. The dewdrop and the infinitesimal grain of sand are more haughtily peceptible than You.

Those florid words that I have composed before, are untrue.
Even those that asserted that I love you and look tenderly upon you.
Thus far, my perception knew no reason, no wisdom.
My fire burns clearer now.

Time's myriad accidents, snake in between vows,
And alter the proclamations of kings.
Tans hallowed beauty, and dull the keenest purports.
It averts mighty minds into modifying affairs.

So under duress of time's tyranny,
May I not say 'Now I love you best.'
May I not now say that love is a newborn babe.
That it grows and will still evolve.

Talk to me, my beloved! Utter to me in words what is in your heart. Lay bare your soul in words.
The night is deep. The stars have hidden themselves in a veil of clouds. The wind is moaning through the leaves. I will loosen my hair and let it lie unfettered. My cerulean sari will embrace me like the night. I will hold your head to my bosom ; and there in pure solitude whisper on your heart. I will close my eyes and listen. I will not look in your face. When you finish saying your words, we will sit in silence. Only the trees will murmur in the dark. The night will fade. Dawn will break. We shall gaze at each others eyes and depart on our different roads. Talk to me, my beloved! Utter to me in words what is in your heart.