In the heavens I see your eyes, In your eyes I see the heavens. Why look for another Moon or another Sun? — What I see will always be enough for me. - Rumi

These Exhaling Sounds

Is the sweetness of the cane sweeter
than the one who made the canefield?

Behind the beauty of the moon is the moonmaker.
There is intelligence inside the ocean's
intelligence
feeding our love like an invisible waterwheel.

There is a skill to making cooking oil from animal fat.
Consider now the knack that makes eyesight
from the shining jelly of your eyes.

Dawn comes up like a beautiful meal being served.
We are hungry and distracted, so in love with the cook.

Don't just be proud of your mustache
as you drive three donkeys down the road.

Instead of gemstones, love the jeweler.
Enough of these exhaling sounds.

Let the darling finish this
who turns listening into seeing.

There's no one with intelligence in this town except that man over there playing with the children, the one riding the stick horse. He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity like the night sky, but he conceals it in the madness of child's play.

ليس لكل احد ان يكون محبوبا فالمحبوب يحتاج الي صفات وفضائل لا يرزقها كل انسان ، ولكن لكل انسان ان يأخذ نصيبه ف الحب ، وينعم به فإذا فاتك ياسيدي ان تكون محبوبا فلا يفتك ان تكون محبا، وان لم يكن من حظك ان تكون يوسف فمن يمنعك ان تكون يعقوب، ولو عرف المحبون ما ينعم به العشاق المتيمون لتمنوا مكانهم وخرجوا من صف المحبوبين السعداء الي صف المحبين البؤساء