Wednesday, July 4, 2012


Time changes, oh, friend,

Your midnight of frightening dreams

Is twilight of purple sky for me

With breeze of dreams and fulfillment

Sun rises and sets the same moment

And your morn to me is the beginning of a sleep

World is always sleeping and waking up

Different people dream at different times.

My nightmare is daydream to you,

My moonlight is hot sun to you

Yet, let us agree

Not to exchange good for evil, life for death,

And creation for destruction


Let us share flower and fragrance,

Let us admire the qualities of creation

And not the properties of weapons and enmity

There is a bounty beneath every human relation

A bounty not the evils spirits can steal away

Time and space cannot destroy it

It is the fragrance of sighs,

And notes of the lakes and songs of the larks

Telling the saddest thoughts of man

Flutes carry it in their hollows

Hallowed by the holes of octave

Rumi the pedestrian sang it along

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