Rumi - I am created from the ecstasy of love

 

If you bake bread with the wheat

that grows on my grave

you’ll become drunk with joy and

even the oven will recite ecstatic poems.

If you come to pay your respects

even my gravestone will invite you to dance

so don’t come without your drum.

Don’t be sad.

You have come to Gods feast.

Even death cannot stop my yearning

for the sweet kiss of my love.

Tear my shroud and wear it as a shirt,

the door will open and you’ll hear

the music of your soul fill the air.

I am created from the ecstasy of love and

when I die, my essence will be released

like the scent of crushed rose petals.

My soul wants to leap and join

the towering soul of Beloved (Shams).

~ Rumi

– Ghazal (Ode) 683

Translated by Azima Melita Kolin

and Maryam Mafi

“Rumi: Hidden Music”

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

On December 17th, 1273 AD, Mevlana Jalal al-din Rumi died at Konya. The 17th of December is thus called Sheb-i Arus, meaning ‘Bride’s Night” or ‘Nuptial Night’ or ‘Wedding Night,’ because of the union of Mevlana with God. As Rumi’s epitaph states:

‘When we are dead, seek not our tomb in the earth, but find it in the hearts of men.’