Saturday, 14 January 2012

I become his living Rumi

I was seeking knowledge
when that beautiful one appeared.

I tried to charm him and asked
Would you kindly interpret the dream
I had last night, you are my only confidant.

He shook his head and smiled
as if he could see through me and said:
`Don't try to charm me,
I see every nuance, every color and scent.
I am your mirror.'

In his hands I become the design he weaves
with golden thread,
I become his living masterpiece.

~ Rumi
Ghazal (Ode) 1538
Translation by Azima Melita Kolin
and Maryam Mafi
Rumi: Hidden Music
HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001
Art by Shiloh Sophia McCloud

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