Sunday, March 7, 2021

Fariduddin Attar ~ Love

 

 

 In Love young and old are the same.
In Love loss and gain are the same.
In Love the worlds are the same.
In Love autumn and spring are the same.
Its down is up and up is down.
The earth and heavens are the same.
The place of Love is a circle,
Each spot is equal to the other.
If the Beloved scorns you or welcomes you,
It’s all the same.
In the tradition of Love to die
Is the same as gaining eternal life.

 


From each, Love demands a mystic silence.  
What do all seek so earnestly? Tis Love.  
Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts,  
In Love no longer "Thou" and "I" exist,  
For self has passed away in the Beloved.  
Now will I draw aside the veil from Love,  
And in the temple of mine inmost soul  
Behold the Friend, Incomparable Love.  
He who would know the secret of both worlds  
Will find that the secret of them both is Love.

 


 

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