Sunday, May 8, 2011

Can't Deny The Joy Of ...

A lover looks at creekwater and wants to be
that quick to fall, to kneel, then all
the way down in full prostration.

A lover wants to die of his love
like a man with dropsy
who knows that water will kill him,
but he can't deny his thirst.

A lover loves death. Spill your jug
in the river! Your shame and fear
are like layers covering coldness.

Throw them off, and rush naked
into the joy of death.

"Rumi: The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing" translated by Coleman Barks


Anonymous said...


That Rumi dude is some lover for sure. Always had that quirk and he comes out to be such a charmer.

leenah. said...

Im sure your Rumi dude would be rather pleased to have charmed you! :)