If you do not know me ask the dark night......by Rumi
If you do not know me ask the dark night
she is the witness of my lonely tears and laments
she is the only keeper of my secrets.
Now I stand here patient
like a mountain and humble like dust.
My sorrows, like wall of thorns surround my garden
but once you pass beyond them
you will praise its flowing springs and fragrant roses.
You will praise the Beloved who blessed my garden with new life.
A peaceful weaver cannot appreciate the art of war
the mind cannot understand the sweetness of the lover’s pain,
that sweet pain of melting like a grain of salt in the sea of love.
But I do not want to waste my words on tired minds
I can only talk to those who are thirsty for the sea.