"Split the Sack"

By Jalaluddin Rumi


Why does the soul not fly

when it hears the call?

Why does the fish, gasping on land,

but near the water,

not move back into the sea?

What keeps us from joining the dance

the dust particles do?

Look at their subtle motions

in sunlight.

We are out of our cages

with our wings spread,

yet we do not lift off.

We keep collecting rocks and broken bits

of pottery like children

pretending they are merchants.

We should split the sack

Of this culture

And stick our heads out.

Look around.

Leave your childhood.

Reach your right hand up

and take this book from the air.

You do know right from left, don’t you?

A voice speaks to your clarity.

Move into the moment of your death.

Consider what you truly want.

Now call out commands yourself.

You are the king. Phrase your question,

and expect the grace of an answer.

Meaning You are to Me

Meaning you are to me

Without your smile be happy I'm not perfect ...
Without you my life feels empty ...
Every dreams you are always just me wanting ...
Every step of my life only you I've always waited for ...

Love you ease the pain of my life ...
Melt my heart that your love has long been frozen ...
Attention to change my way of life ...
Every second I will always love you, without you I was not a nobody ...

There will be no storm that ruined my love for you ...
There will be no big waves that shake my heart for you ...
There will be no more lonely nights without you ...
I will always love you every second of my life until my last breath ...

Although I lead a thousand pain I'll always love you ...
Although I received a thousand insults will not turn away from you ...
you'll always have my heart until death for me ...
Oh my lover, you're the most beautiful gift in my life ...