<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458880" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lord, what a Beloved is mine!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess <br>in my breast a hundred meadows from his reed. <br>When in anger the messenger comes and repairs towards me, <br>he says, “Whither are you fleeing? I have business with you.” <br>Last night I asked the new moon concerning my Moon. The <br>moon said, “I am running in his wake, my foot is in his dust.” <br>When the sun arose I said,” How yellow of face you are!” The <br>sun said, “Out of shame for his countenance I have a face of <br>gold.” <br>“Water, you are prostrate, you are running on your head and <br>face.” Water said, “Because of his incantation I move like a <br>snake.” <br>“Noble fire, why do you writhe so?” Fire said, “Because of <br>the lightning of his face my heart is restless.” <br>“Wind-messenger of the world, why are you light of heart?” <br>Wind said, “My heart would burn if the choice were mine.” <br>“Earth, what are you meditation, silent and watchful?” Earth <br>said, “Within me I have a garden and spring.” <br>Pass over these elements, God is our succorer; my head is <br>aching, in my hand I hold wine. <br>If you have barred sleep to us, the way of intoxication is open. <br>Since I have one to assist, he offers wine in both hands. <br>Be silent, that without this tongue the heart may speak; when <br>I hear the speech of the heart, I feel ashamed of this speech.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458880" data-title="Lord, what a Beloved is mine! de Rumi" data-description="Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess in my breast a hundred meadows from his reed. When in anger the messenger comes and repairs towards me, he says, “Whither are you fleeing? I have business with you.” Last night..."></div> </div> </div>

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