When The Rose Is Gone – Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

When the rose is gone and the garden faded 

you will no longer hear the nightingale’s song. 

The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. 

The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. 

If love withholds its strengthening care, 

the lover is left like a bird without care, 

the lover is left like a bird without wings. 

How will I be awake and aware 

if the light of the Beloved is absent? 

Love wills that this Word be brought forth

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