There was a time you lost yourself in others,
a time you ate the best of foods.
There was time you relied on the intellect,
a time you looked for fortune
but all this had no value in the end.
For a mouthful of food and some bitter herbs
You went everywhere,
you made so many plans
one day it was Rome,
the next day it was Africa.
You entered a raging battlefield, for what?
a few crumbs of bread.
Lose your soul in God's love, I swear
there is no other way.
Stay with that silence.
I once ran toward the knowledge of this world;
now the papers are packed,
the pens are broken..!
O Saaqi,
bring on the wine..!
~ Rumi
from A Garden Beyond Paradise
version by Jonathan Star
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