O thou who art my soul’s comfort in the season of sorrow, O thou who art my spirit’s treasure in the bitterness of dearth! That which the imagination has not conceived , that which the understanding has not seen. , Visiteth my soul from thee, hence in worship…
Our desert hath no bound, Our hearts and souls have no rest. World in world has ta’ en Form ‘s image ; Which of these images is ours ? When thou seest in the pathway a severed head, Which is rolling toward our field, Ask…
(Shams Tabrizi was a great Sufi lived in 13. century. He was the spiritual teacher and advisor of Rumi. It is often said that Rumi was a professor who Shams transformed into a mystic, a lover, a poet.) If thou art Love’s lover and seekest Love,…
