Behind a blood-stained curtain,
love has spread its gardens.
Lovers are busy with the beauty of the love that is beyond explanation.
‘The six directions are the limit, there is nothing beyond them.’
‘There is a road, and I have journeyed on it many times.’
Love detected markets beyond that market.
‘Do not set foot on the land of annihilation;
There is nothing there but thorns.’
‘Those thorns you feel are only inside you!
Be silent! remove the thorn of existence from the foot of the heart;
So that you may see the gardens within.’
O Shams of Tabriz!
you are the Sun cloaked by the cloud of speech;
When your Sun rose, all the words melted!
By Maulana Rumi