Rumi on Pavan Yara

Light up the Fire

pavan.yara@gmail.com (Pavan Yara) — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 23:00:00 +0530

I gaze into the heart, lowly it may be,
Thought the words be higher still.
For the heart is all the substance,
The speech an accident.
How many phrases will you speak,
Too many for me.
How much burning, burning will you feel,
Be friendly with the fire, enough for me.
Light up the fire of love inside,
And blaze the thoughts away.

~Rumi

I Am and I Am Not

pavan.yara@gmail.com (Pavan Yara) — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 20:08:00 +0530

I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist

Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate

Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk

Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain

I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality

Like the shadow

I am
And
I am not

When the Rose is gone

pavan.yara@gmail.com (Pavan Yara) — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 20:08:00 +0530

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale’s song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth