Believe me
I wasn’t always like this
Lacking common sense
Or looking insane
Like you
I used to be clever
In my days
Never like this
Totally enraptured
Totally gone
Like sharp shooters
I used to be
A hunter of hearts
Not like today
With my own heart
Drowning in its blood
Nonstop asking and
Searching for answers
That was then
But now
So deeply enchanted
So deeply enthralled
Always pushing
To be ahead and above
Since i was not yet hunted down
By this
Ever-increasing love
RumiÂ
– Translation by Nader Khalili
“Rumi, Fountain of Fire”
Cal-Earth Press, 1991
Image Courtesy: Windswept Fields by Sorsdhal
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