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The Agony and Ecstasy of Divine Discontent: The Moods of Rumi

In the orchard and rose garden
I long to see your face.
In the taste of sweetness
I long to kiss your lips.
In the shadows of passion
I long for your love.

Oh! Supreme Lover!
Let me leave aside my worries.
The flowers are blooming
With the exultation of your Spirit.

By Allah!
I long to escape the prison of my ego
And lose myself
In the mountains and the desert.

These sad and lonely people tire me.
I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
And feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.

I'm sick of mortal kings.
I long to see your light.
With lamps in hand
The sheiks and mullahs roam
The dark alleys of these towns
Not finding what they seek.

You are the Essence of the Essence,
The intoxication of Love.
I long to sing your praises
But stand mute
With the agony of wishing in my heart.

In the darkness of the night,
When the sky walkers are sleeping.
When the water dwellers are still;
The mountain's roar
Is silenced by the weeping of a father.

His tears are lost in the sands of time,
The ashes of his forefathers,
The dusty footprints of his ancestors.
They are born and they die,
Phasing in and out of existence,
Their purpose of being is to fall.

The father rises from his grave of sorrow.
He begins to dance the counter-clockwise circle,
Chanting the words of the ancients.

The sky-walkers awaken to the sound of his chanting,
The sea-dwellers move to the sound of his feet,
He gives life to the dust as he moves through the circle.
The ancestors return,
The ancients are weeping
And he decides it is a good day to die.

© Jibrael