An intellectual is all the time showing off. <br /> <br />Lovers dissolve and become bewildered. <br /> <br />Intellectuals try not to drown, <br />while the whole purpose of loves <br />is drowning. <br /> <br />Intellectual invent <br />ways to rest, and then lie down~ <br />in those beds. <br /> <br />Lovers feel ashamed <br />of comforting ideas. <br /> <br />You’ve seen a glob <br />of oil on water? That’s how a lover <br />sits with intellectuals, there, but alone <br />in a circle of himself. <br /> <br />Some intellectual <br />tries to give sound advice to a lover. <br /> <br />All he hears back is, I love you. <br /> <br />I love you. <br /> <br />Love is musk. Don’t deny it <br />when you smell the scent! <br /> <br />Love is a tree. <br /> <br />Lovers, the shade of the long branches. <br /> <br />To the intellectual mind, a child must learn <br />to grow up and be adult. <br /> <br />In the station of love, <br />you see old men getting younger and younger. <br /> <br />Shams chose to live low in the roots <br />for you. So now, he soars in the air <br />as you sublimely articulating love!<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-1957-an-intellectual/
