And Dies in Ecstasy…

Peace, one and all…

Whoever is lucky enough to smell the fragrance of Your wine shop
lives drunk on love for as long as he lives,
and dies in ecstasy when he dies.

Your love is the body of which I am the shadow,
I run when You run and walk when You walk.

How can the lover not cry tears of blood
when the Beloved is distant, no road is in sight
and the Guide is so hard to find.

No matter who the company and what the occasion,
my heart and soul abandon the scene and run to You for
consolation.

Jami needs no musicians or bards, for in his chest’s cavity
he hears the celestial song of love’s sweet captivity.
(Jami, Ghazal)

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