Before such spirit-bestowing Beauty, how should I not die ?
How should I not go mad and seize hold of Thy chainlike tresses?
When I drink Thy wine, how should I not be obliterated?
Thou art wine and I am water, Thou art honey and I am milk.
Open Thy mouth, that infinite candy -- if Thou acceptest not my excuses, well, I accept Thy blandishments!
Dost Thou know why I laugh? Because of my own high aspiration in the city of Thy Love, I am the prince of lovers!
I and eternal Love were born into the world from a single womb though I appear as a new lover, by God I am exceedingly ancient!
If you open your own eye, you will be fitting only for yourself. But if you find this vision, you will know that I am peerless.
Like Men, I fire up the stove of all those who are cold; and within the stove of warm spirits, my dough is cooked to the greatest perfection!
In my gentleness, I am like milk I never become caught in the throat. Make no mistakes, though I be salty like cheese!
In my love for Beloved Shams , I am a sultan wearing a crown but when he comes to the throne, I am his vizier*.
~ Rumi Ghazal 1695, From Rumi's "Diwan-e Shams" Translation by Professor William C. Chittick "The Sufi Path of Love" SUNY Press, Albany, 1983
*A vizier is a high executive officer of various Muslim countries and especially of the Ottoman Empire.
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