Now sleeping,
now awake,
my heart is
in constant fervor.
It is a covered saucepan,
placed on fire.
O you!
who have offered us
form a cup a silencing wine;
Each moment
a new tale is shouting
to be told in silence.
In his wrath there are a hundred kindnesses,
in his meanness a hundred generosities;
In his ignorance immeasurable gnosis,
silently speaking like the mind.
The words of those whom you have silenced,
cannot hear but those whom you have made uncounscious;
I am both silent and fermenting
for you
like the sea of Aden!
~ Rumi
Divan 1808:6-9
Translated by Fatemeh Keshavarz,
'Reading Mystical Lyric: The Case of Jalal al-Din Rumi',
University of South Carolina Press, 1998.
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