The flames that dance with love -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
The burning heat within the fire -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
My candle burns with longing.
It cries with tears of wax.
Like the wick of a melting candle -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
Now that we’ve joined the path of love
we cannot sleep at night.
At the drunken tavern, the drummer beats the drum -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
The night is dark, the lovers are awake.
Don’t bother them with thoughts of sleep.
They want only to be here with us -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
Union is a raging river running toward the sea.
Tonight the moon kisses the stars,
Majnun becomes Layla -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
God has become everything.
He has graced this poet with kindness.
Everything I touch and see becomes the fire of love -
O Beloved, be like that to me.
~ Rumi
Version by Jonathan Star
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