Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems
|121.||Ghazal Of Rumi||3/30/2010|
|124.||Every Day I Bear A Burden||1/1/2004|
|125.||Draw It Now From Eternity's Jar||10/26/2013|
|126.||Do You Love Me?||10/26/2013|
|127.||Did I Not Say To You||1/1/2004|
|128.||Description Of Love||3/30/2010|
|129.||Defeated By Love||10/26/2013|
|130.||Confused And Distraught||3/30/2010|
|131.||Come, Come, Whoever You Are||3/30/2010|
|135.||Behind The Scenes||10/26/2013|
|136.||Because I Cannot Sleep||3/30/2010|
|137.||Be With Those Who Help Your Being||3/30/2010|
|138.||Be Lost In The Call||3/30/2010|
|140.||At The Twilight||3/30/2010|
|141.||Any Soul That Drank The Nectar||3/30/2010|
|143.||All Through Eternity||3/30/2010|
|144.||A Stone I Died||3/30/2010|
|145.||A New Rule||10/26/2013|
|146.||A Moment Of Happiness||3/30/2010|
A Moment Of Happiness
A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage;
God has seized me, and I am thus held fast.
By love’s soul, bring me a cup of wine that is the envy of the
sun, for I care aught but love.
Bring that which if I were to call it “soul” would be a shame,
for the reason that I am pained in the head because of the soul.
Bring that whose name is not contained in this mouth, through