Love has nothing to do

Love has nothing to do with
the five senses and the six directions:
its goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission
will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told will be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
that these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic's ear
the secret is no secret at all.

All through eternity..

All through eternity
Beauty unveils His exquisite form
in the solitude of nothingness;
He holds a mirror to His Face
and beholds His own beauty.
he is the knower and the known,
the seer and the seen;
No eye but His own
has ever looked upon this Universe.

His every quality finds an expression:
Eternity becomes the verdant field of Time and Space;
Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
Every branch and leaf and fruit
Reveals an aspect of His perfection-
They cypress give hint of His majesty,
The rose gives tidings of His beauty.

Whenever Beauty looks,
Love is also there;
Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek
Love lights Her fire from that flame.
When beauty dwells in the dark folds of night
Love comes and finds a heart
entangled in tresses.
Beauty and Love are as body and soul.
Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond.

They have together
since the beginning of time-
Side by side, step by step.

This is love

This is love: to fly to heaven, every moment to rend a hundred veils;

At first instance, to break away from breath -- first step, to renounce feet;

To disregard this world,

to see only that which you yourself have seen

..I said, "Heart, congratulations on entering the circle of lovers,"

On gazing beyond the range of the eye,

on running into the alley of the breasts.

"Whence came this breath, O heart?

Whence came this throbbing,

O heart?

Bird, speak the tongue of birds: I can heed your cipher!

The heart said, "I was in the factory whilst the home of water and clay was abaking."

I was flying from the workshop whilst the workshop was being created.

"When I could no more resist,

they dragged me; how shall Itell the manner of that dragging?"

oh, beloved!

Oh Beloved,take me.

Liberate my soul.

Fill me with your love

and release me from the two worlds.

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

.Take away what I need.

Take away everything

that takes me from you.

Ode 2180

From these depths depart towards heaven;

may your soul be happy,journey joyfully.

You have escaped from the city full of fear and trembling;

happily become a resident of the Abode of Security

..If the body’s image has gone,

await the image-maker;

if thebody is utterly ruined,

become all soul.

If your face has become saffron pale through death,

become adweller among tulip beds and Judas trees.

If the doors of repose have been barred to you,

come, departby way of the roof and the ladder.

If you are alone from Friends and companions,

by the help ofGod become a saheb-qeran

( Saheb qeran is a person who is born under a happy conjunction of the planets. [lord of happy circumstance].

If you have been secluded from water and bread,

like breadbecome the food of the souls, and so become!

new rule!!

It is the rule with drunkards to fall upon each other,

to quarrel, become violent, and make a scene.

The lover is even worse than a drunkard.

I will tell you what love is:

to enter a mine of gold.And what is that gold?
The lover is a king above all kings,

unafraid of death, not at all interested in a golden crown.

The dervish has a pearl concealed under his patched cloak.

Why should he go begging door to door?
Last night that moon came along,

drunk, dropping clothes in the street.

"Get up," I told my heart, "Give the soul a glass of wine.

The moment has come to join the nightingale in the garden,

to taste sugar with the soul-parrot."
I have fallen, with my heart shattered

-where else but on your path?

And I broke your bowl, drunk, my idol, so drunk

,don't let me be harmed, take my hand.
A new rule, a new law has been born:

break all the glasses and fall toward the glassblower.

powerless reason!

Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.

Love alone is capable of revealing the truth of Love and being a Lover.

The way of our prophets is the way of Truth.

If you want to live, die in Love; die in Love if you want to remain alive.


I silently moaned so that for a hundred centuries to come,

The world will echo in the sound of my hayhâ

It will turn on the axis of my hayhât*

*hayhâ and hayhât, a corruption of the same term in Persian means 'alas' or 'woe to me!'

(Divan, 562:7)