Fluctuating

At times the emotional equilibrium is like the simple harmonic motion of a pendulum - oscillating between two extremes: one of absolute discontent of a seeking heart and the other of total rapture of pure Love. The pendulum swings. From one extreme to another. The longing blends into gratitude, and the gratitude fades into the embrace of anguished pangs.

The Agony and Ecstasy of Divine Discontent: The Moods of Rumi

In the orchard and rose garden

I long to see your face.

In the taste of Sweetness

I long to kiss your lips.

In the shadows of passion

I long for your love.

Oh! Supreme Lover!

Let me leave aside my worries.

The flowers are blooming

with the exultation of your Spirit.

By Allah!

I long to escape the prison of my ego

and lose myself

in the mountains and the desert.

These sad and lonely people tire me.

I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love

and feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.

I’m sick of mortal kings.

I long to see your light.

With lamps in hand

the sheiks and mullahs roam

the dark alleys of these towns

not finding what they seek.

You are the Essence of the Essence,

The intoxication of Love.

I long to sing your praises

but stand mute

with the agony of wishing in my heart.

- Rumi