Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess <br />in my breast a hundred meadows from his reed. <br />When in anger the messenger comes and repairs towards me, <br />he says, “Whither are you fleeing? I have business with you.” <br />Last night I asked the new moon concerning my Moon. The <br />moon said, “I am running in his wake, my foot is in his dust.” <br />When the sun arose I said,” How yellow of face you are!” The <br />sun said, “Out of shame for his countenance I have a face of <br />gold.” <br />“Water, you are prostrate, you are running on your head and <br />face.” Water said, “Because of his incantation I move like a <br />snake.” <br />“Noble fire, why do you writhe so?” Fire said, “Because of <br />the lightning of his face my heart is restless.” <br />“Wind-messenger of the world, why are you light of heart?” <br />Wind said, “My heart would burn if the choice were mine.” <br />“Earth, what are you meditation, silent and watchful?” Earth <br />said, “Within me I have a garden and spring.” <br />Pass over these elements, God is our succorer; my head is <br />aching, in my hand I hold wine. <br />If you have barred sleep to us, the way of intoxication is open. <br />Since I have one to assist, he offers wine in both hands. <br />Be silent, that without this tongue the heart may speak; when <br />I hear the speech of the heart, I feel ashamed of this speech.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lord-what-a-beloved-is-mine/
