Rumi s Magnificent Gift Who am I?

Олись Лапковский: литературный дневник

What is to be done, O Moslems? For I do not recognize myself.
I am neither Christian, nor Jew, nor Gabr, nor Moslem.



I am not of the East, nor of the West, nor of the land, nor of the sea;
I am not of Nature’s mint, nor of the circling heavens.



I am not of earth, nor of water, nor of air, nor of fire;
I am not of the empyrean, nor of the dust, nor of existence, nor of entity.



I am not of India, nor of China, nor of Bulgaria, nor of Saqs;n;
I am not of the kingdom of Ir;qain, nor of the country of Khor;s;n.



I am not of this world, nor of the next, nor of Paradise, nor of Hell;
I am not of Adam, nor of Eve, nor of Eden and Rizw;n.



My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless;
‘Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved.



I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one;
One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.



He is the first, He is the last, He is the outward, He is the inward;
I know none other except ‘Y; H;’ and ‘Y; man H;.’



I am intoxicated with Love’s cup, the two worlds have passed out of my ken;
I have no business save carouse and revelry.



If once in my life I spent a moment without thee,
From that time and from that hour I repent of my life.



If once in this world I win a moment with thee,
I will trample on both worlds, I will dance in triumph for ever.



O Shamsi Tabr;z, I am so drunken in this world,
That except of drunkenness and revelry I have no tale to tell




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