"My God and my Lord: eyes are at rest, the stars are setting, hushed are the movements of birds in their nests,
of monsters in the deep. And you are the Just who knows no change, the Equity that does not swerve, The Everlasting that never passes away. The doors of kings are locked and guarded by their henchmen. But our door is open to those who call upon you. My Lord each lover is now alone with his beloved. And I am alone with Thee." Eighth century Saint Rabi'a
Listen to the story told by the reed, of being separated. Since I was out from the reed bed, I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from the one he loves understands what I say, Anyone pulled form a source longs to go back.
Persian Poet Rumi |