Monday, 15 February 2010

A poem by Rumi

Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your way;
Come into the shade of the tree that allays has
fresh flowers.
If you don't find true balance,
anyone can deceive you;
Anyone can trick out of a thing of straw,
and make you take it for gold.
Not all eyes possess vision,
Not every sea is full of pearls.
When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.