29 September 2010 - 18:51
Happy Molavi Day


O you who’ve gone on pilgrimage -
where are you, where, oh where?

Here, here is the Beloved!
Oh come now, come, oh come!

Your friend, he is your neighbor,
he is next to your wall -

You, erring in the desert -
what air of love is this?

If you’d see the Beloved’s
form without any form -

You are the house, the master,
You are the Kaba, you!...

Where is a bunch of roses,
if you would be this garden?

Where, one soul’s pearly essence
when you’re the Sea of God?

That’s true - and yet your troubles
may turn to treasures rich -

How sad that you yourself veil
the treasure that is yours!

Translated by Annemarie Schimmel

News Code 42204

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