There is a fire in my voice for you but my mouth is sealed ten thousand times.
These flames rising from my heart would make one portal for both worlds.
And when this world shall pass away, there’s still this one of ten thousand others.
There are sweet caravans now in motion from that Egypt of the absolute.
Being drunk with love, I know not what profit or what loss is in this exchange.
An eye is radiating pearls of love. The eye of the eye is radiating pearls of being.
I am not imprisoned in this world. Like Jesus, my home is in the turning of the sun.
Thank God That makes this spirit manifest. As this spirit is unmanifest, I am the spirit of the spirit.
Seek that which Shams Tabriz the sage presented me. For that is what we are.
~transcreated from an Arberry translation (A-218) of a Rumi ghazal (F-1754)
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