Give me ecstasy, give me naked wonder, O my Creator!
Give birth to the Beloved in me, and let this lover die.
Let a thousand wrangling desires become one Love. (1)
Labels: By Rumi
When Mysteries converse the wonder to the soul, the Lover thaws away in Beloved and the lustrous essence engulfs the influence of mind. The voyager then uncovers the veil, witnesses the beloved and cedes the wings to wander no more. (Nauschien)
Labels: By Rumi
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