Heart (12/18/2022)

The Heart (12/18/2022)

My life has passed in the great sweet pain in my heart.

My heart isn’t concerned about that sorrow.

It simply recognizes and accepts it.

 

I was sitting, waiting, until I came to understand what my heart wanted.

Then, I started leaping with joy.

 

My heart had been running away from the circle of religion,

because his place is in the curls of Beauties.

 

I had been turning around the one who spins my heart.

He is the only one who can hear the yells

resulting from my heart’s struggles.

 

At night He took sleep away.

I waited until morning so I could see the heart’s face.

 

My body seemed destroyed,

as if it had dried up from bowing its head in prayer.

But then, I saw the height and stature of the heart.

 

That world is a spark of splendor from the heart’s sun.

This world is a drop from the sea of the heart.

 

Close your lips, because the yells and screams of my heart

are ascending to the sky without lips or tongue.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 9, Ghazal 74, verses 738-745, page 113.

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