He cuts and sharpens His pen well to write in riqa’ and naskh; The pen says, ‘Lo, I obey, for You know best what to do.”
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Showing posts with label Beloved. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 2, 2008
DIVAN-1I Shams 2530
MY Heart has become a pen in the Beloved’s fingers: Tonight He may write a Z, perhaps tomorrow, a B.
He cuts and sharpens His pen well to write in riqa’ and naskh; The pen says, ‘Lo, I obey, for You know best what to do.”
He cuts and sharpens His pen well to write in riqa’ and naskh; The pen says, ‘Lo, I obey, for You know best what to do.”
MASNAVI I:1747-8;1751
O HEART, if you recognize any difference
Between joy and sorrow,
You will be torn apart,
Although what you desire tastes sweet,
Doesn’t the Beloved desire you
To be desireless?
O, the life of lovers lies in death:
You will not win the Beloved’s heart
Unless you lose your own.
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Between joy and sorrow,
You will be torn apart,
Although what you desire tastes sweet,
Doesn’t the Beloved desire you
To be desireless?
O, the life of lovers lies in death:
You will not win the Beloved’s heart
Unless you lose your own.
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