This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.
God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.
If the wine drinker has a deep gentleness in him, he will show that when drunk. But if he has hidden anger and arrogance, those appear.
How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.
Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.
For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.
Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.
For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.
As for us, He has appointed the job of permanent unemployment. If he wanted us to work, after all, He would not have created this wine. With a skinfull of this, Sir, would you rush out to commit economics?
The moon stays bright when it doesn’t avoid the night.
We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.
There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. Don’t think all ecstasies are the same!
Don’t try to steer the boat. Don’t open shop for yourself. Listen. Keep silent. You are not God’s mouthpiece. Try to be an ear, And if you do speak, ask for explanations.
Body of earth, don’t talk of earth Tell the story of pure mirrors The Creator has given you this splendor – Why talk of anything else?
Since Love has made ruins of my heart The sun must come and illumine them. Such generosity has broken me with shame.
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
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 about Love. Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.
Like a sculptor, if necessary, carve a friend out of stone. Realize that your inner sight is blind and try to see a treasure in everyone.
Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body, Yet no man hath ever seen a soul.
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