Adrift


بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

Mawlana Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi (q.s.) said:

“I was going to tell you my story,
But waves of pain drowned my voice.
I tried to utter a word but my thoughts,
Became fragile and shattered like glass.
Even the largest ship can capsize,
In the stormy sea of love;
Let alone my feeble boat,
Which shattered to pieces leaving me nothing,
But a strip of wood to hold on to.
Small and helpless, rising to heaven,
On one wave of love and falling with the next,
I do not even know if I am or I am not.
When I think I am, I find myself worthless;
When I think I am not, I find my value.
Like my thoughts, I die and rise again each day,
So how can I doubt the resurrection?
Tired of hunting for love in the world,
At last I surrender in the valley of love;
And become free.”



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