Saturday 25 June 2011

There is only one way to win him....by Rumi

Reason says,I will win him with my eloquence
Love says,I will win him with my silence
Soul says,how can I ever win him

When all I have is already his
...He does not want, he does not worry
He does not seek a sublime state of euphoria
How then can I win him

With sweet wine or gold
He is not bound by the senses
How then can I win him
With all the riches of China
He is an angel
Though he appears in the form of a man

Even angels cannot
fly in his presence
How then can I win him
By assuming a heavenly form

He flies on the wings of God
His food is pure light
How then can I win him

With a loaf of baked bread
He is neither a merchant, nor a tradesman
How then can I win him

With a plan of great profit
He is not blind, nor easily fooled
How then can I win him

By lying in bed as if gravely ill
I will go mad, pull out my hair
Grind my face in the dirt

How will this win him
He sees everything
How can I ever fool him

He is not a seeker of fame
A prince addicted to the praise of poets
How then can I win him

With flowing rhymes and poetic verses
The glory of his unseen form
Fills the whole universe

How then can I win him
With a mere promise of paradise
I may cover the earth with roses

I may fill the ocean with tears
I may shake the
heavens with praises
None of this will win him

There is
only one way to win him
This Beloved of mine
Become his

~ Rumi

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