
Only a satiated one says, “The time is getting late.”
Satisfaction is for the ordinary.
Day or night makes no difference to the brave one.
Wolf, sheep, goat — all are the same for a lion.
Rubailer (2016), Page 36, Rubai #3.
Troubles for me are cooking in my Beloved’s kitchen of grief.
Every moment hundreds of different meals of sorrow
are being served to my table.
The smell of a burning heart surrounds my table all the time.
I wonder. Where is this smell coming from?
Rubailer, Page 290, Rubai #1