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.
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
2 comments:
Awesome!
That Rumi dude is some lover for sure. Always had that quirk and he comes out to be such a charmer.
Im sure your Rumi dude would be rather pleased to have charmed you! :)
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