A beggar smiled at me and offered me alms In a dream last night, my heart sprang with delight. His beauty and grace which shone from his tattered Presence took me by storm until I woke at dawn. His poverty was riches, it covered my body in silk. In that dream I heard the beckoning sighs of lovers, I heard soft cries of agonized joy saying: “Take this, Dring and be complete!” I saw before me a ring Jewelled in poverty and then it nested on my ear. From the root of my surging soul a hundred tremors Rose as I was taken and pinned down by the surging sea. Then heaven groaned with bliss and made a beggar of me. Divan 2015 |
Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi