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MAULANA'S LAST LETTER TO SHAMS
MAULANA'S LAST LETTER TO SHAMS
Sometimes I wonder, sweetest love, if you
Were a mere dream in along winter night,
A dream of spring-days, and of golden light
Which sheds its rays upon a frozen heart;
A dream of wine that fills the drunken eye.
And so I wonder, sweetest love, if I
Should drink this ruby wine, or rather weep;
Each tear a bezel with your face engraved,
A rosary to memorize your name...
There are so many ways to call you back-
Yes, even if you only were a dream.
translated by Annemarie Schimmel,
'Nightingale Under The Snow
Sometimes I wonder, sweetest love, if you
Were a mere dream in along winter night,
A dream of spring-days, and of golden light
Which sheds its rays upon a frozen heart;
A dream of wine that fills the drunken eye.
And so I wonder, sweetest love, if I
Should drink this ruby wine, or rather weep;
Each tear a bezel with your face engraved,
A rosary to memorize your name...
There are so many ways to call you back-
Yes, even if you only were a dream.
translated by Annemarie Schimmel,
'Nightingale Under The Snow
Comments on this journal
because in calling me you deny
the very reason for your cry.
Knowing, drunken eye, that I am you.
I am in you, within you, you now are I.
What a dream divine it was, if indeed it was one.
A dream, that is - a creation of the mind - oh love.
Each tear a depiction of the ME inside..
A rosary revealing what you hide.
You know you call me back, every time you dream..
the dream, yes, that in your mind is I.
beautiful...as always