Donít look at your form, however ugly or beautiful. . . .O you whose lips are parched, keep looking for water. --Mathnawvi, III: 1438/1440
Look at love and at the aim of your quest.
Those parched lips are proof that eventually you will reach the source.
. . .O you whose lips are parched, keep looking for water.
--Mathnawvi, III: 1438/1440
a voice out of this world calls on our souls not to wait any more
get ready to move to the original home your real home
your real birth place is up here with the heavens
let your soul take a flight like a happy phoenix
you've been tied up your feet in the mud your body roped to a log
break loose your ties get ready for the final flight
make your last journey from this strange world
soar for the heights where there is no more separation of you and your home
God has created your wings not to be dormant
as long as you are alive you must try more and more to use your wings
to show you're alive
these wings of yours are filled with quests and hopes
if they are not used they will wither away
they will soon decay
you may not like what i'm going to tell you
you are stuck now
you must seek nothing but the source
----RUMI ghazal number 945, translated May 18, 1992