If I set my heart on anything but you let fire burn me from inside. Oh Beloved, take away what I want. Take away what I do.
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Take away what I need. Take away everything that takes me from you.
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Last night, I was lying on the rooftop, thinking of you. I saw a special Star, and summoned her to take you a message. I prostrated myself to the Star and asked her to take my prostration to that Sun of Tabriz. So that with his light, he can turn my dark stones into gold. I opened my chest and showed her my scars, I told her to bring me news of my bloodthirsty Lover.
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As I waited, I paced back and forth, until the child of my heart became quiet. The child slept, as if I were rocking his cradle. At the end, the town of unity is the place for the heart. Why do you keep this bewildered heart in the town of dissolution? I have gone speechless, but to rid myself of this dry mood, oh Saaqhi, pass the narcissus of the wine.
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In the early dawn of happiness you gave me three kisses so that I would wake up to this moment of love. I found my dreams but the moon took me away It lifted me up to the firmament and suspended me there I saw how my heart had fallen on your path singing a song. Between my love and my heart things were happening which slowly slowly made me recall everything. Perhaps the time will come when you will tire of kisses I shall be happy even for insults from you I only ask that you keep some attention on me. Tonight is a night of union for the stars and of scattering, scattering, since a bride is coming from the skies, consisting of a full moon.
Venus cannot contain herself for charming melodies, like the nightingale which becomes intoxicated with the rose in spring-time. See how the polestar is ogling Leo; behold what dust Pisces is stirring up drom the deep! Since Aquarius has come full of that water of life, the dry cluster of Virgo is raining pearls from him. The Pleiades full of goodness fears not Libra and being broken; how should Aries flee away in fright from its mother? When from the moon the arrow of a glance struck the heart of Sagittarius, he took to night-faring in passion for her, like Scorpio.
On such a festival, go, sacrifice Taurus, else you are crooked of gait in the mud like Cancer. This sky is the astrolabe, and the reality is Love; whatever wesay of this, attend to the meaning. Shamsi-Tabriz, on that dawn when you shine, the dark night is transformed to bright day by your moonlike face. Turn me like a waterwheel turning a millstone. Plenty of water, a Living River. Keep me in one place and scatter the love. Leaf-moves in wind, straw drawn toward amber, all parts of the world are in love, but they do not tell their secrets. Mountains mumbling an echo. Sky, calm. If the sun were not in love, he would have no brightness, the side of the hill no grass on it.
The ocean would come to rest somewhere. Be a lover as they are, that you come to know you Beloved. Be faithful that you may know Faith. The other parts of the universe did not accept the next responsibility of love as you can. They were afraid they might make a mistake with it, the inspired knowing that springs from being in love. When the host of the tavern became my heart-mate, My blood turned to wine and my heart to kabab.
When the eye is filled with thought of him, a voice arrives : W ell done, O flagon, and bravo, wine! Through Love all dregs will turn to purest wine Through Love all pain will turn to medicine. Through Love the dead will all become alive. Through Love the king will turn into a slave! Now — which of all these cities was the best? O SUN, fill our house once more with light! Make happy all your friends and blind your foes! Rise from behind the hill, transform the stones To rubies and the sour grapes to wine! O Sun, make our vineyard fresh again, And fill the steppes with houris and green cloaks!
Rescus the lovers! Help the suffering!
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Show but your face — the world is filled with light! Why should not every Sufi begin to dance atom-like Around the Sun of duration that saves from impermanence? What graciousness and what beauty? What life-bestowing! What grace!
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If anyone does without that, woe- what err, what suffering! Oh fly , of fly, O my soul-bird, fly to your primordial home! You have escaped from the cage now- your wings are spread in the air. Oh travel from brackish water now to the fountain of life!
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Return from the place of the sandals now to the high seat of souls! Go on! How long shall we here in the dust-world like children fill our skirts With earth and with stones without value, with broken shards without worth?
Call out, O soul, to proclaim now that you are rules and king! You have the grace of the answer, you know the question as well!
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