The advice of anyone is never useful for lovers; this (love) is not like a flood which somebody might restrain.
An intellectual can never know the savor (in) the head of the (mystic)"drunkard,"
(and) a sensible person can never know the "senseless" state
of (such a) heart.
If kings smell those wines which lovers drink during the meetings of hearts,
they would become fed-up with kingship.
For the sake of (his beloved) Sheereen,
(King) Khosraw says farewell to his kingdom,
(and) Farhâd pounds a mountain with a pick-ax* for her sake as well.
From love of (his beloved) Laylà, Majnûn flees the circle of intellectuals,
(and the lover) Wâmiq has laughed at the foolish pride of every arrogant one.
That life (is) frozen which has passed without that sweet spirit (of love).
(And) that (delicious) kernel is putrid which is unaware of this special cheese.
If the sky were not a lover and bewildered like us, it would become weary of
its whirling and say, "It's enough for me! How (much) longer?"
The world (is) like a reed-pipe, and He blows into every hole of it; every wail it has (is) certainly from those two lips like sugar.
See how He blows into every (piece of) clay (and) into every heart; He gives a need and He gives a love which raises up a lament about misfortune.
If you uproot the heart from God, tell (me) whom will you place it with?
Anyone who is able to tear (his) heart from Him for a moment is without a soul!
I'm stopping. Be nimble and go up on top of the roof at night.
Make a happy uproar in the city, O soul, with a loud voice!
RUMI
An intellectual can never know the savor (in) the head of the (mystic)"drunkard,"
(and) a sensible person can never know the "senseless" state
of (such a) heart.
If kings smell those wines which lovers drink during the meetings of hearts,
they would become fed-up with kingship.
For the sake of (his beloved) Sheereen,
(King) Khosraw says farewell to his kingdom,
(and) Farhâd pounds a mountain with a pick-ax* for her sake as well.
From love of (his beloved) Laylà, Majnûn flees the circle of intellectuals,
(and the lover) Wâmiq has laughed at the foolish pride of every arrogant one.
That life (is) frozen which has passed without that sweet spirit (of love).
(And) that (delicious) kernel is putrid which is unaware of this special cheese.
If the sky were not a lover and bewildered like us, it would become weary of
its whirling and say, "It's enough for me! How (much) longer?"
The world (is) like a reed-pipe, and He blows into every hole of it; every wail it has (is) certainly from those two lips like sugar.
See how He blows into every (piece of) clay (and) into every heart; He gives a need and He gives a love which raises up a lament about misfortune.
If you uproot the heart from God, tell (me) whom will you place it with?
Anyone who is able to tear (his) heart from Him for a moment is without a soul!
I'm stopping. Be nimble and go up on top of the roof at night.
Make a happy uproar in the city, O soul, with a loud voice!
RUMI
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