Confused and Distraught

Again I am raging,
I am in such a state by your soul that every
bond you bind, I break, by your soul.

I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow;
I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.
 
My joy is of your doing, my hangover of your thorn;
whatever side you turn your face,
I turn mine, by your soul.

I spoke in error;
it is not surprising to speak in error in this state,
for this moment I cannot tell cup from wine, by your soul.

I am that madman in bonds who binds the
“divs”; I, the madman,am a Solomon with the “divs”,
by your soul.
 
Whatever form other than love raises up its head from my
heart, forthwith I drive it out of the court of my heart,
by your soul.

Come, you who have departed, for the thing that departs
comes back; neither you are that,
by my soul, nor I am that, by your soul.
 
Disbeliever, do not conceal disbelief in your soul, for I will recite
the secret of your destiny, by your soul.

Out of love of Sham-e Tabrizi,
through wakefulness or nightrising,
like a spinning mote I am distraught, by your soul.
 
- Rumi
 
From: “Mystical Poems of Rumi 2? A.
 J.
 Arberry
 
The University of Chicago Press, 1991
 
 
 

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