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Ghazal 127
Where is the knowing, nimble Minstrel of Love
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He who plays only for Love, accepting no one’s request?
I have died hoping for Him but have not seen Him;
I have entered the grave in my desire.
Oh dear friend, if you have seen Him, how
good for you! Oh friend, indeed, how good for you!
But if He is hidden like Khidr,
alone upon the shores of the sea,
Then oh wind, take our salaam to Him! For my
heart is in tumult over Him.
I know that burning salaams take lovers to their
Beloved.
Love makes the millwheel of the heavens spin, not water;
Love makes the moon go forward, not feet.
In remembrance, the millwheel of spirits begins
to turn through the water of the eyes.
Remembrance is the noose of union with the Beloved –
be silent, for madness has begun to boil.
"The Sufi Path of Love- The Spiritual Teachings of Rumi,"
William C. Chittick, State University of New York Press, Albany, 1983
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