Drop Of The Tigris That Cannot Be Contained By Any Skin

Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?

What do you know of Love except the name?

Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,

and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.

Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:

it has no interest in a disloyal companion.

Didn't I tell you

not to be satisfied with the veil of this world?

I am the master illusionist,

it is me, who is the welcoming banner at the gate of your contentment.

Didn't I tell you?

I am an ocean, you are a fish;

do not go to the dry land,

it is me, who is your comforting body of water.

Didn't I tell you?

They will accuse you of all the wrongdoings,

they will call you ugly names,

they will make you forget

it is me, who is the source of your happiness.

Lovers think they are looking for each other,

but there is only one search: wandering

This world is wandering that, both inside one

transparent sky. In here

there is no dogma and no heresy.

If you are wholly perplexed and in straits,

have patience, for patience is the key to joy.

If you are irritated by every rub,

how will your mirror be polished?

Anyone in whom the troublemaking self has died,

sun and cloud obey.

If you wish to shine like day,

burn up the night of self-existence.

Dissolve in the Being who is everything.

There is no worse sickness for the soul,

O you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.

The heart and eyes must bleed a lot

before self-complacency falls away.

Even if you lose yourself in wrath
for a hundred thousand years,
at the end you will discover,
it is me, who is the culmination of your dreams.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded.

Someone sober will worry about events going badly.

Let the lover be

Rumi.