I Have No Constancy, No Peace (6/30/19)

I Have No Constancy, No Peace (6/30/19)

He said, “I am the fire which burns you.”

I answered, “Yes, but Your Love and Your sun are in my heart.

 

“If I smell one rose without Your Love,

burn me right away like a thorn.” Continue reading “I Have No Constancy, No Peace (6/30/19)”

All the World’s Sorrows (6/9/19)

All the World’s Sorrows (6/9/19)

My Beloved whose scattered hair makes everyone confused,

whose sweet ruby lips scatter sugar and honey,

that Beloved asked me, “Are you sorry about our separation?”

I answered, “O my soul, so much so that all the world’s sorrows are in that sorry.”

Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 33.