Yedi Karanfil- Saki Seven Cloves-Saki )
Leonid Afremov Art
City of Love
I've travelled around
If i could have known
It was the sound of
I used to drink
I cried desperately
Love asked me to go
Who am i to resist
I can show you my friend
Rumi
raced through every city
while i knew all along
no place could be found
like the city of love
to value what i owned
i would not have suffered
like a fool
the life of a vagabond
I've heard many tunes
all over the globe
all empty
as a kettledrum
except the music of love
that hollow drum
that made me fall
from the heavens
to this mortal life
I used to soar
among souls
like a heart's flight
winglessly roaming and
celestially happy
like a flower that drinks
without lips or throat
of the wine that overflows
with laughter and joy
Suddenly
i was summoned by love
to prepare for a journey
to the temple of
suffering
i begged and pleaded
and shredded my clothes
not to be sent
to this world
Just the way i fear now
going away
to the other world
i was frightened then
to make my descent
with no fear to be alone
promising to be close
everywhere i go
closer than my veins
Love threw its spell
its magic and allure
using coyness and charm
i was totally sold and
bought everything with joy
love's many tricks
and not to fall
while the whole world
takes love's bait
Love showed me
a path but then
lost me on the way
if i could have resisted
i would have found my way
surely how you can get there
but here and now
my pen has broken down
before telling you how...
Pull the thorns from your heart
Behind the blood-stained curtains of Love
While the mind sees only boundaries
While the mind smells profit and quickly sets up shop
Lovers trust in the wealth of their hearts
To wander in the fields of flowers
Rumi
there are fields of flowers
where the lovers wander.
Love knows the secret way there.
Love sees untold of treasures far beyond.
while the all-knowing mind sees only thorns ahead.
pull the thorns from your heart.
Those Who Don't Feel This Love
Those who don`t feel this Love
let them sleep
This Love is beyond the study of theology,
sleep on
I`ve given up on my brain.
If you`re not completely naked,
and sleep.
Rumi
pulling them like a river,
those who don`t drink dawn
like a cup of springwater
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don`t want to change,
that old trickery and hypocrisy.
If you want to improve your mind that way,
I`ve torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you,
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