O You Who've gone on Pilgrimage
O you who’ve gone on pilgrimage -
where are you, where, oh where?
Here, here is the Beloved!
Oh come now, come, oh come!
Your friend, he is your neighbor,
he is next to your wall -
You, erring in the desert -
what air of love is this?
If you’d see the Beloved’s
form without any form -
You are the house, the master,
You are the Kaaba, you! .
Where is a bunch of roses,
if you would be this garden?
Where, one soul’s pearly essence
when you’re the Sea of God?
That’s true – and yet your troubles
may turn to treasures rich -
How sad that you yourself veil
the treasure that is yours!
Rumi - ‘I Am Wind, You are Fire’
Translation by Annemarie Schimmel
Jalal Ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
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