Ghazal Of Rumi

I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.

The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.

He said, ‘You’re not mad enough.
You don’t belong in this house.’

I went wild and had to be tied up.
He said, ‘Still not wild enough
to stay with us!’

I broke through another layer
into joyfulness.

He said, ‘Its not enough.’
I died.

by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Comments (3)

A lovely sonnet indeed it is by Elizabeth Barrett to and enjoy now!
There must be your greater relief than to know that love overpowers death, and rips me right out of its destructive jaws.
Of the sweet years with the muse of life. Nice work.