"NOW YOU ARE I"
Someone came and knocked on the door of his beloved.
"Who are you, O trustworthy one?" He heard his beloved say.
He answered, "It is I"
"Who are you, O trustworthy one?" He heard his beloved say.
He answered, "It is I"
His beloved said, "Go away, it's not the right time.
At such a table as this there is no place for the raw." What can cook the raw one, except the fire of separation? What else can free him from hypocrisy?
At such a table as this there is no place for the raw." What can cook the raw one, except the fire of separation? What else can free him from hypocrisy?
That poor miserable man left and traveled for a year. He burned from sparks of painful longing in separation from his friend.
So long he burned that his heart cooked, and then returned.
So long he burned that his heart cooked, and then returned.
He went back to the house of his former companion. He knocked at the door with a hundred worries and courtesies in mind, so that no rude words might spring forth from his lips.
His friend called out, "Who is that at the door?" He answered, "Only you are at the door, O seizer of hearts!" The beloved said, "Now you are I, please enter in this place because for two I’s here there isn’t space”
-Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī
His friend called out, "Who is that at the door?" He answered, "Only you are at the door, O seizer of hearts!" The beloved said, "Now you are I, please enter in this place because for two I’s here there isn’t space”
-Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī
