Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

(1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Ode 2039 - Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Go to your pillow and sleep, my son.
Leave me alone in the passion
Of this death-night.
Let the mill turn with your grieving.
But stay clear. Don't fall
into the river with me.
There's no way out,
no cure but death.
Last night in a dream I saw an old man
standing in a garden.
It was all Love.
He held out his hand and said,
Come toward me.
If there is a dragon on this path,
that old man has the emerald face
that can deflect it.
This is enough
I am leaving me self.
Bahauddin, my son,
if you want to be impressively learned,
memorize a famous historian,
and quote him as someone else!


Comments about Ode 2039 by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (7/6/2016 1:28:00 PM)


    A philosophical poem with the divine touch. Metaphors were used nicely like river, old man...Nice poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 26, 2013


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