Since the seminary of love
was endowed by eternity,
the difference between lover and Beloved
has become the most difficult subject.
There are other ways besides causality
and deductive reasoning to solve the problem.
But they're inaccessible to jurists, doctors,
and someone who fancies himself a cosmologist.
They all had strong opinions
and kept talking about their differences,
but it led only to a dead end.
Then, they turned toward the mosque,
but here everything became even more confused.
Thoughts are limited,
but the one who gathers them is endless.
Let what is limited disappear into the unlimited.
The fly of the soul has fallen into
this buttermilk forever.
Muslim, Christian, Jew, and Zoroastrian:
All are welcome here.
You keep talking
but your words are like
the fluttering wings of this fly.
Yet once the fly sinks to the bottom
its wings won't flutter anymore.
There is a better way for you to use your wings.
High above the dome of the sky
there is a new and invisible way for you to play.
From The Forbidden Rumi:
The Suppressed Poems of Rumi on Love, Heresy, and Intoxication
Translation by Ergin Nevit O., Johnson Will
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