Wednesday, March 2, 2011

When the Rose is gone

By Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkh ( Rumi)

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth



Aishah said...

Sometimes I can't understand fully the words of a poet, but I can recognise their beauty.

Mory said...

You are right Aishah. the words of the poet are hard to fully grasp.

Jhpoetry said...

a petite, power packed, poem. Nicely done..

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