| If you bake bread with the wheat that grows on my grave
 you’ll become drunk with joy and
 even the oven will recite ecstatic poems.
 
 If you come to pay your respects
 even my gravestone will invite you to dance
 so don’t come without your drum.
 
 Don’t be sad.
 You have come to Gods feast.
 Even death cannot stop my yearning
 for the sweet kiss of my love.
 
 Tear my shroud and wear it as a shirt,
 the door will open and you’ll hear
 the music of your soul fill the air.
 
 I am created from the ecstasy of love and
 when I die, my essence will be released
 like the scent of crushed rose petals.
 
 My soul wants to leap and join
 the towering soul of Beloved (Shams).
 
 ~ Rumi
 – Ghazal (Ode) 683
 Translated by Azima Melita Kolin
 and Maryam Mafi
 “Rumi: Hidden Music”
 HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001
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