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The Roses Are In Bloom

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Come, come,

The roses are in bloom!

Come, come,

The Beloved has arrived!

Now is the time to unite

the soul and the world.

Now is the time to see the sunlight

dancing as one with the shadows.

Laugh at those faithless men

who boast with loud voices.

Weep for that friend

who has turned away from the Friend.

The whole city is trembling with fear now

that the madman has broken from his chains.

What a day! What a day!

A day of upheaval! A day of revolt!

Perhaps the scroll

that records every deed is falling from the sky!

Beat the drum,

Speak no more–

The heart has gone,

The mind has gone,

The soul,


has gone to the


The seeds of

His love blossom in every heart.

The sounds of

His flute fill every celebration.

Everyone thinks that he sings and dances

But no—

He is the only one singing,

He is the only one dancing.

We drink the wine of our own blood,

aged in the barrels of our soul.

We would give our lives for a sip of that nectar,

Our heads in exchange for one drop.

Maulana Jalaludin Rumi