Thursday, 22 December 2011

Lovers have nothing to do with Rumi

The lover's food is the love of the bread
no bread need be at hand.

No one who is sincere in his love 
is a slave to existence.

Lovers have nothing to do with existence
lovers have the interest without the capital.

Without wings they fly around the world
without hands they carry the polo ball from the field.

That Lover who caught the scent of Reality
used to weave baskets 
even though his hands had been cut off.

Lovers have pitched their tents in nonexistence
they are of one quality and one essence, 
as nonexistence is.

~ Rumi 
Mathnawi III: 3020-3024
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance"
Threshold Books, 1996

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