appy is the moment, when we sit together,
With two forms, two faces, yet one soul, you and I.
The flowers will bloom forever,
The birds will sing their eternal song,
The moment we enter the garden, you and I.
The stars of heaven will come out to watch us,
And we will show them the light of a full moon, you and I.
No thoughts of "you," no thoughts of I,"
Just the bliss of union-
Joyous, alive, free of care, you and I.
All the bright-winged birds of heaven
Will swoop down to drink our sweet water-
The ocean of our laughter, you and I.
What a miracle of fate, us sitting here.
Even at the far ends of the earth
We would still be together, you and I.
We have one form in this world, another in the next.
To us belongs an eternal heaven, the endless delight, you and I.
Quote / poem n° 3057 :
(Balkh, Khorasan, 1210 — Konya, Anatolie, 1273), mystic and poet, Islam, Sufism
Source : Star, Jonathan, and Shiva, Shahram, trans. A Garden Beyond Paradise. New York: Bantam Books, 1992