| Advice doesn't help lovers! They're not the kind of mountain stream
 you can build a dam across.
 
 An intellectual doesn't know
 what the drunk is feeling !
 
 Don't try to figure
 what those lost inside love
 will do next!
 
 Someone in charge
 would give up all his power,
 if he caught one whiff of the wine-musk
 from the room where the lovers
 are doing who-knows-what !
 
 One of them tries
 to dig a hole through a mountain.
 One flees from academic honors.
 One laughs at famous mustaches!
 
 Life freezes if it doesn't get a taste
 of this almond cake.
 
 The stars come up spinning
 every night, bewildered in love.
 
 They'd grow tired
 with that revolving, if they weren't.
 
 They'd say,
 "How long do we have to do this!"
 
 God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.
 Each note is a need coming through one of us,
 a passion, a longing-pain.
 
 Remember the lips
 where the wind-breath originated,
 and let your note be clear.
 
 Don't try to end it.
 Be your note.
 I'll show you how it's enough.
 
 Go up on the roof at night
 in this city of the soul.
 
 Let everyone climb on their roofs
 and sing their notes!
 
 Sing loud..!
 
 ~ Rumi
 Version by Coleman Barks
 "The Essential Rumi"
 HarperSanFrancisco, 1995
 
 Art by Ilisa M Millermoon
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