Book1 Prologue (Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems)
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,Lamenting its banishment from its home:'Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,My ...
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,Lamenting its banishment from its home:'Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,My ...
Because I cannot sleepI make music at night.I am troubled by the onewhose face has the color of spring flowers.I ...
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,why did you create these two worlds?Reality replied: O prisoner of time,I ...
Again I am raging,I am in such a state by your soul that everybond you bind, I break, by your ...
Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage; God has seized me, and I am thus held ...
If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears. Every cruelty which he ...
Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess in my breast a hundred meadows from ...
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