In The Spirit Of Rumi-40-The Nightingale And The Rose Poem by Michael Shepherd

As cold winter turns to warming Spring,
two lovers return from their winter rest.

The first rose shyly blooms; .
the nightingale pours out its song.

These are the two most generous lovers in the world;
do they not deserve each other?

In the daytime, while the nightingale takes its rest,
renews its generous throat,
the rose opens to embrace the world with beauty;

In the nighttime, while the rose folds and rests in sleep,
waiting to drink that purest dew of dawn,
the nightingale tells the world of beauty;

So each speaks in turn; both speak of beauty;
one in sound, the other in silence.
This way, telling of their love to the sleeping other;

Do they prefer it thus? Or is their listening
as sensitive as a mother’s nighttime intuition,
hearing more clearly, inwardly, in rest?

Which is the Lover, which is the Beloved?
Does the nightingale return in spring
at the first perfume of the rose,
drifting from the hedge and garden
like the messages of Layla and Majnun?

Or does the rose wait impatiently to bloom in Spring
until it hears – its petals trembling as they listen –
the nightingale’s song from that liquid throat?

Which is the Lover, which is the Beloved?
Does it matter to the world?

It matters only if that love is not equal; full;
generous beyond all worldly measure;
and then the Lover has become the Beloved,
the Beloved has become the Lover..

You and I, on our prayer-mat each day,
seeking God within ourselves,
which is the Lover, which the Beloved?
Have we yet become each other,
equal, full, and generous beyond all worldly measure;
night and day, as nightingale and rose?

As nightingales and roses sing forever
of each other's love
eternally, the round world turning, turning..

l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.