Quatrains

The Lovers will drink wine night and day.
They will drink until they can tear away the veils of intellect and
melt away the layers of shame and modesty.
When in Love, body, mind, heart and soul don’t even exist.

Become this, fall in Love,
and you will not be separated again.

 


Tonight, I see the realm of joy and pleasure.
I’ve lost myself in it and it has lost itself in me:
No religion, no dogma, no conformity, no guilt,
no shame, no fear, no conviction, no uncertainty remain.

In the middle of my heart, a star appears,
and the seven heavens are lost in its brilliance.

 


Bring the pure wine of love and freedom.
But sir, a tornado is coming.
More wine, we’ll teach this storm
A thing or two about whirling.

 


To Love is to be God.
Never will a Lover’s chest feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover’s robe be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover’s body be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to be God.

 


The Lover is ever drunk with Love.
He is mad, she is free.
He sings with delight, she dances with ecstasy.
Caught by our own thoughts, we worry about everything.
But once we get drunk on that Love
whatever will be, will be.

 


The Lovers will drink wine night and day.
They will drink until they can
tear away the veils of intellect and
melt away the layers of shame and modesty.
When in Love, body, mind, heart and soul
don’t even exist.
Become this, fall in Love,
and you will not be separated again.

 


My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown.
My heart is expanding a thousand fold.
Every cell, taking wings, flies about the world.
All seek separately the many faces of my love.

 


Love came, and became like blood in my body.
It rushed through my veins and encircled my heart.
Everywhere I looked, I saw one thing.
Love’s name written on my limbs,
on my left palm, on my forehead,
on the back of my neck,
on my right big toe…
Oh, my friend, all that you see of me is just a shell,
and the rest belongs to love.

 

(Jalaluddin Rumi)

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