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Dream!

Poem by Jalal-ud-Din Rumi (translation Nevit O. Ergin)
Divan-i Kebir, 1st Verse

O Beloved, whose Love gives arms and wings
To the flyers in the sky of happiness
And makes them go higher and higher,
Different ecstasies come to the spiritual person
Through Your chains of Love.

"I don't like anything to set."
Those words are devoid of appearances.
Forms and shapes from You
Are seen every moment
By those eyes that see hidden things.

Hearts are upside down because of You.
The earth has turned into a sea of blood.
I cannot call You "Moon," O Beloved,
Who has been above the moon, above time.

The mountain is split open with Your grief,
And that grief falls down to the bottom
To blaze with glittering flames.
All these favors, all these beauties
Have grown and developed
Because they acquired a drop of blood
From Your favor and Grace.

O the support and confidence of all great men,
Consider us among them.
As You know, tails will follow heads.

You have created such a great man out of dust
That all the angels are jealous.
The Soul is penniless compared to Your wealth.
All goods and fortune fall to the ground underfoot.

A person reached the height of the sky
If You become his arms and wings.
That person carries the sign of beauty on his face
And becomes more and more beautiful.

Assume I'm a thorn, a bad one.
But the thorn and rose go together.
When a jeweler weighs gold,
He puts barley as a weight
On the other side of the scale.

Actions go with ideas;
Goods come from the earth.
This situation appears in words;
The words are the sign of situations.

The beginning of the universe
Is confusion, tumult.
The end is a shake and a quake.
Love and gratitude are the same as complaints.
Peace and comfort go hand-in-hand
With jolts and shakes.

Dawn is the decree of the sun.
Love of God, the Sultan's monogram,
And "the time of Union has come now:"
Love is interpreted this way.

Look at the One
Who is the compassion of the universe.
Look at how He uplifts, gives status to the poor.
Mantles are as bright as the moon.
Shawls smell like roses.

Love is the whole thing.
We are only pieces
Love is the sea of no end.
We are a drop of it.
He brings forth hundreds of proofs.
We can find our way only through them.

The sky turns only with Love.
Without Love, even the stars
Are eclipsed, extinguished.
With Love, hunched back ''dal'' become ''elif''
Once ''elif'' loses Love, it turns into ''dal''.

The Word is the Fountain of Life,
Because it originates
From the Love of the knowledge
Of the real truth of things.
Don't keep Love away from your Soul,
So that your good deeds may bear fruit
And keep growing.

The word is enough, even if it is scarce,
For the once who understands its meaning,
But it is never enough for the one
Who sees only appearances.
To him, the words are weak and pale.

It doesn't matter
If too many poems have been said.
Wouldn't it be better
If the sea were full of pearls?
The camel can keep going stage by stage
With the pleasure derived from poems.

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