The Tomb of Rumi in Konya, Turkey.His whim to satisfy,
His every answering word
Is a pointed sword.
See how the blood drips
From His finger-tips;
Why does He find it good
To wash in my blood?
Haal ab tak wahi hain ghareeboan kay, Din phiray hain faqat waziroan kay,her Bilawal hai Dais ka maqrooz,paoon nangay hain Benazeeroan kay.
2 comments:
A few things...
'He' is capitalized meaning some great significance to this being you cease to understand.
Honestly, this poem (since combined with the picture of a Tomb) is a mystery to me. I will come back to see how other people have interpreted this.
beautiful! i love the finger-tips and blood part. i'm reading ghazali's 'alchemy of happiness'...i think im going to browse through rumi's poetry now :)
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