Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi (1207 - 1273 / Persia)
Every day I bear a burden
Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:
I bear the discomfort of cold and December's snow in hope of spring.
Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body;
Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love of a prince;
Though my shop and house be laid waste, I bear it in fidelity to a tulip bed.
God's love is a very strong fortress; I carry my soul's baggage inside a fortress.
I bear the arrogance of every stonehearted stranger for the sake of a friend, of one long-suffering;
For the sake of his ruby I dig out mountains and mine; for the sake of that rose-laden one I endure a thorn.
For the sake of those two intoxicating eyes of his, like the intoxicated I endure crop sickness;
For the sake of a quarry not to be contained in a snare, I spread out the snare and decoy of the hunter.
He said, "Will you bear this sorrow till the Resurrection?" Yes, Friend, I bear it, I bear it.
My breast is the Cave and Shams-e Tabrizi is the Companion of the Cave.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi's Other Poems
- A Moment Of Happiness
- A New Rule
- A Stone I died
- All through eternity
- Any Lifetime
- Any Soul That Drank the Nectar
- At the Twilight
- Bad Dreams
- Be Lost In The Call
- Be With Those Who Help Your Being
- Because I cannot sleep
- Behind the Scenes
- Book1 Prologue
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