O caravan leader, look the camels of the caravan, they are all drunk The prince is drunk, the shaykh is drunk, the friend is drunk, and the strangers are drunk O gardener, the thunder has become a musician, and the cloud’s become the saki The garden is drunk, the thicket is drunk, the bud is drunk, and the thorn is drunk O heavens, how long will you turn? Look at the movement of the elements: The water is drunk, the air is drunk, the earth is drunk, and the fire is drunk That’s what the outward form is like, don’t even ask me about the inner meaning The spirit is drunk, the intellect is drunk, the body is drunk, the secrets are drunk Go and leave dominance behind, become earth so that you see Each speck of earth drunk from the dominant Creator Don’t say there’s no drunkeness in winter It has only hidden itself for a while from the eyes of the cunning The roots of those trees drink wine secretly Wait a couple of days, when they wake up, they’ll be drunk If you run into trouble from their drunken staggering, don’t worry With such a saki and musician, the drunks will never walk straight Pour more wine, untie this knot the drunk won’t submit until the wine reaches his head O saki, pour drinks all around, how long can they brawl The friends drunk from agreeing and the enemies drunk from denying? Either the saki is stingy or the wine’s gone bad, But something’s gone wrong if the drunk is walking straight See our yellow faces and give us the rosy wine Without it there’s no rosiness on the faces of the drunks You have a divine wine so light and so subtle You could drink a hundred barrels down each day Shams-i-tabrizi, no one is sober around you Disbeliever and beleiver, prodigal and ascetic and drinker are all drunk #Rumi #Harar #AmirTour
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 22:21:01 +0000