just something simple yet so comforting...
My head is bursting
with the joy of the unknown.
My heart is expanding a thousand fold.
Every cell,
taking wings,
flies about the world.
All seek separately
the many faces of my Beloved.
with the joy of the unknown.
My heart is expanding a thousand fold.
Every cell,
taking wings,
flies about the world.
All seek separately
the many faces of my Beloved.
They will ask you
what you have produced.
Say to them,
except for Love,
what else can a Lover produce?
Say to them,
except for Love,
what else can a Lover produce?
This is a gathering of Lovers. In this gathering there is no high, no low,
no smart, no ignorant ,no special assembly, no grand discourse,
no proper schooling required...
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, idolator, worshipper of fire,
Come even though you have broken your vows a thousand times,
Come, and come yet again. Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, and come yet again. Ours is not a caravan of despair.
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This last has many variations and this one is as quoted by Amin Malak --
the others were also found here
The mosaic was found here
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