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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458842" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bring Wine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">216 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage; <br>God has seized me, and I am thus held fast. <br>By love’s soul, bring me a cup of wine that is the envy of the <br>sun, for I care aught but love. <br>Bring that which if I were to call it “soul” would be a shame, <br>for the reason that I am pained in the head because of the soul. <br>Bring that whose name is not contained in this mouth, through <br>which the fissures of my speech split asunder. <br>Bring that which, when it is not present, I am stupid and ig- <br>norant, but when I am with it, I am the king of the subtle and <br>crafty ones. <br>Bring that which, the moment it is void of my head, I become <br>black and dark, you might say I am of the infidels. <br>Bring that which delivers out of this “bring” and “do not <br>bring”; bring quickly, and repel me not, saying, “Whence shall <br>I bring it?” <br>Bring, and deliver the roof of the heavens through the long <br>night from my abundant smoke and lamentations. <br>Bring that which after my death, even out of my dust, will <br>restore me to speech and thanksgiving even as Najjar. <br>Bring me wine, for I am guardian of wine like a goblet, for <br>whatever has gone into my stomach I deliver back completely. <br>Najjar said, “After my death would that my people might be <br>open-eyed to the ecstasy within me. <br>“They would not regard my bones and blood; in spirit I ama <br>mighty king, even though in body I am vile. <br>“What a ladder I, the Carpenter, have chiseled! My going has <br>reached the roof of the seventh heaven. <br>“I journeyed like the Messiah, my ass remained below; I do <br>no grieve for my ass, nor am I asslike of ears. <br>“Do not like Eblis see in Adam only water and clay; see that <br>behind the clay are my hundred thousand rose bowers.” <br>Shams-e Tabrizi rose up from this flesh saying, “ I am the <br>sun. Bring up my head from this mire. <br>“Err not, when I enter the mire once more, for I am at rest, <br>and am ashamed of this veil. <br>“Every morning I will rise up, despite the blind; for the sake <br>of the blind I will not cease to rise and set.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rumi">Rumi</a><div class=q>
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Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage; 
God has seized me, and I am thus held fast. 
By love’s soul, bring me a cup of wine that is the envy of the 
sun, for I care aught but love. 
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