Homa

“کس ندانست که من میسوزم
سوختن ، هیچ نگفتن هنراست”
― پروین اعتصامی

“There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved.
And a voice answered and said, 'Who is there?'
The lover replied, 'It is I.'
'Go hence,' returned the voice;
'there is no room within for thee and me.'
Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded,
'Who is there?'
He answered, 'It is thou.'
'Enter,' said the voice, 'for I am within.”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi, The Way of the Sufi

“May I remember always when
Your glance in secrecy was mine,
And in my face your love was like
A visibly reflected sign.

May I remember always when
Your chiding eyes were like my death
And your sweet lips restored my life
Like Jesus’s reviving breath.

May I remember always when
We drank our wine as darkness died,
My friend and I, alone at dawn,
Though God was there too, at our side.

May I remember always when
Your face was pleasure’s flame, and my
Poor fluttering heart was like a moth
That’s singed and is about to die.”
― Hāfez, Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of Shiraz

“Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.”
― Rumi