Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door.
She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side.
Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair
My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.
She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side.
Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair
My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.
Rumi (Trans. Shahram Shiva)
4 comments:
Rumi..
his words always speak volumes..
I have had glimpses of what he is talking about here.. eyes all hands, hands all eyes..
very nice..
very nice.
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The last line is stunning.
Yes, M it is stunning, I find the Sufi poets excel at an exalted and joyous eroticism unlike western mysticism which manages somehow to be always tortured.
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