Guest guest Posted May 24, 2008 Report Share Posted May 24, 2008 > TO GOD > > I only want You in all this varied world, > So why will You permit me to sit in grief ? > My heart rests as an ink pen in your hand, > You’re the cause of my gladness and sadness. > > Except for what You give, what do I own ? > Except for what You reveal, what do I see ? > You grow on me sharp thorns and sweet roses, > Now I sense the scent of perfumed blooms, > Now I extract tough thorns tearing my heart. > > However You maintain and sustain me ‘That I Am’ , > If You’d prefer to have me as this then I’ll be this, > In the vat where you dye my soul with multitoned hues, > I ask myself ‘Who Am I ?’ and what is love and hate ? > > You were the first and You will be the last, > Pray, make my last better than my first . > When You hide Yourself I’m unfaithful, > When You reveal Yourself I am certain . > I own nothing except what You have given, > What do You really want from my heart and soul ? > > > From some versifications of Rumi's Mathnawi by Alan > Jacobs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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