My religion is
to live through Love:
a life created from my own
small mind and self
would be a disgrace.
The blade of Love cuts away
what covers the lover’s soul;
Love’s sword severs sins.
When the bodily grime is gone,
a shining moon appears:
Spirit’s moon in a wide-open sky.
I’ve beat this drum of Love
for so long, for you whom I adore,
singing: “My life depends upon my dying”
This keeps my body and soul alive.
I dream but I do not sleep.
The seagull fears no shipwreck.
Her feet love to touch the ocean
Mathnawi VI, 4059-4064
Fom: Rumi : Love’s Ripening
Translated by K Helmisnki / A Rezwani