Sunday, September 14, 2014

Who is at my door? - Rumi Poem

Who is at my door?
Rumi Poem, Who is at My Door, Mevlana Rumi Poems

He said, "Who is at my door?"
I said, "Your humble servant."

He said, "What business do you have?"
I said, "To greet you, 0 Lord."

He said, "How long will you journey on?"
I said, "Until you stop me."

He said, "How long will you boil in the fire?"

I said, "Until I am pure.
"This is my oath of love.

For the sake of love
I gave up wealth and position."

He said, "You have pleaded your case
but you have no witness."

I said, "My tears are my witness;
the pallor of my face is my proof.'

He said, "Your witness has no credibility;
your eyes are too wet to see."

I said, "By the splendor of your justice
my eyes are clear and faultless."

He said, "What do you seek?"
I said, "To have you as my constant friend."

He said, "What do you want from me?"
I said, "Your abundant grace."

He said, "Who was your companion on the Journey?
I said, "The thought of you, 0 King."

He said, "What called you here?"
I said, "The fragrance of your wine."

He said, "What brings you the most fulfillment?"
I said, "The company of the Emperor."

He said, "What do you find there?"
I said, "A hundred miracles."

He said, "Why is the palace deserted?"
I said, "They all fear the thief."

He said, "Who is the thief?"
I said, "The one who keeps me from -you.

He said, "Where is there safety?"
I said, "In service and renunciation."

He said, "What is there to renounce?"
I said, "The hope of salvation."

He said, "Where is there calamity?
I said, "In the presence of your love."

He said, "How do you benefit from this life?"
I said, "By keeping true to myself

Now it is time for silence.
If I told you about His true essence

You would fly from your self and be gone,
and neither door nor roof could hold you back!

Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved, Jonathan Star
Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997

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