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In
your light, I learn to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you,
But sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
Because
the idol is your face, I have become an idolater,
Because the wine is from your cup, I have become a drunkard.
In the existence of your love, I have become non existent.
This non existence linked to you is better than all existence.
Inside
my heart and outside, all is her;
My body, blood and veins, my life is her.
There's no room here for blasphemy or faith;
My existence knows neither, only her.
May
these vows and this marriage be blessed.
May it be sweet milk,
this marriage, like wine and halvah.
May this marriage offer fruit and shade
like the date palm.
May this marriage be full of laughter,
our every day a day in paradise.
May this marriage be a sign of compassion,
a seal of happiness here and hereafter.
May this marriage have a fair face and a good name,
an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky.
I am out of words to describe
how spirit mingles in this marriage.
When
you find yourself with the Beloved,
embracing for one breath,
In that moment you will find your true destiny.
Alas, don't spoil this precious moment.
Moments like this are very, very rare.
The
heart is like a candle longing to be lit.
Torn from the Beloved it yearns to be whole again,
but you have to bear the pain.
You can not learn about love,
Love appears as the ways of grace.
Mowlana
Jalal Al-Din Balkhi Rumi
Great Persian Poet |