Rumi

 

Travelers, it is late.
Life’s sun is going to set.
During these brief days that you have strength,
be quick and spare no effort of your wings.

 

All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reedsong. If it
fades, we fade.

 

Pale sunlight,
pale the wall.

Love moves away.
The light changes.

I need more grace
than I thought.

 

Gamble everything for love,
if you’re a true human being.
If not, leave
this gathering.

Half-heartedness doesn’t reach
into majesty. You set out
to find God, but then you keep
stopping for long periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses.

 

In a boat down a fast-running creek,
it feels like trees on the bank
are rushing by. What seems
to be changing around us
is rather the speed of our craft
leaving this world.

 

Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands,
or your own genuine solitude?
Freedom, or power over an entire nation?
A little while alone in your room
will prove more valuable than anything else
that could ever be given you.

 

Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.