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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