I have been tricked by flying too close
to what I thought I loved.
Now the candle flame is out, the wine spilled,
Now the candle flame is out, the wine spilled,
and the lovers have withdrawn
somewhere beyond my squinting.
The amount I thought I'd won, I've lost.
The amount I thought I'd won, I've lost.
My prayer becomes bitter and all about blindness.
How wonderful it was to be for a while
How wonderful it was to be for a while
with those who surrender.
Others only turn their faces on way,
Others only turn their faces on way,
then another, like pigeon in flight.
I have known pigeons who fly in a nowhere,
I have known pigeons who fly in a nowhere,
and birds that eat grainlessness,
And tailor who sew beautiful clothes
And tailor who sew beautiful clothes
by tearing them to pieces.
(Mathnawi, V. 346-353) Like This, Rumi, Coleman Barks, Maypop Books
(Mathnawi, V. 346-353) Like This, Rumi, Coleman Barks, Maypop Books
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