Who I Am.....? ......Rumi

“My turban, my robe, my head,

They aren’t worth a dime.

Haven’t you heard of my fame in the universe?

I have been annihilated,

I am nothing

I am Absent.”

“O ones who want to smell my fragrance,

You must die first

Don’t look for me

When you are alive.”

“O Sultan of eternity,

I am free from gazelles, from verses.

Tell the rhyme, the meter,

That the torrent should wash them out.

The only thing a poet could do,

Is scratch the surface.”

“I am not a poet.

My sustenance doesn’t come from poetry.

Also, I don’t talk much about virtue.

My virtue, my talent is a glass of love.

I drink that, only from the hand of the Beloved,

Not from anyone else.”

“I am the pure hearted Sufi

At the convent of the Universe,

Not one who wears a woolen cloak.”

“First I was fed by blood, then milk.

Then milk became food for me instead of blood.

When my wisdom teeth came, I was weaned from milk.

Forty-year-old mind submerged me in thought.

I became prey in my sixty-second year.

I was hunted, then I was freed

From thought and measures.”

~ Rumi