One Whisper of the Beloved

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.

 

Ode 442 trans.
 by Jonathan Star and Shahram Shiva
A Garden Beyond Paradise: The Mystical Poetry of Rumi
 
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