Stolen my heart, within the midst of my soul you roam
Elegant as a cypress, o wealth of my orchard and home
As you leave, do not go without me; do not desert this frame,
And do not leave my sight, o love of loves! my radiant flame!
I tear apart the seven skies and cross each boundless sea
Whenever you gaze lovingly into this bewildered soul of me
Until you are resting upon my chest, what do sin and faith mean?
To see you is my religion, and your face, my only dream
I've lost my head and feet - I am sleepless! I do not eat
O my Joseph of Canaan, drunken and smiling may we meet
Alive I've become in your favour, hidden from myself
O your being, hidden, within this hidden being of mine.
Sara.s.a
Κακομάζαλη
Sun, 13/02/2022 - 19:29
Poem by Molana (Rumi).