One Whisper Of The Beloved – Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Lovers share a sacred decree – 

to seek the Beloved. 

They roll head over heels, 

rushing toward the Beautiful One 

like a torrent of water. 
In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved – 

Our seeking is His seeking, 

Our words are His words. 
At times we flow toward the Beloved 

like a dancing stream. 

At times we are still water 

held in His pitcher. 

At times we boil in a pot 

turning to vapor – 

that is the job of the Beloved. 
He breathes into my ear 

until my soul 

takes on His fragrance. 

He is the soul of my soul – 

How can I escape? 

But why would any soul in this world 

want to escape from the Beloved? 
He will melt your pride 

making you thin as a strand of hair, 

Yet do not trade, even for both worlds, 

One strand of His hair. 
We search for Him here and there 

while looking right at Him. 

Sitting by His side we ask, 

‘O Beloved, where is the Beloved?’ 
Enough with such questions! – 

Let silence take you to the core of life. 
All your talk is worthless 

When compared to one whisper 

of the Beloved.

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