A New Rule Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

A New Rule

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It is the rule with drunkards to fall upon each other,
to quarrel, become violent, and make a scene.
The lover is even worse than a drunkard.
I will tell you what love is: to enter a mine of gold.
And what is that gold?
The lover is a king above all kings,
unafraid of death, not at all interested in a golden crown.
The dervish has a pearl concealed under his patched cloak.
Why should he go begging door to door?
Last night that moon came along,
drunk, dropping clothes in the street.
"Get up," I told my heart, "Give the soul a glass of wine.
The moment has come to join the nightingale in the garden,
to taste sugar with the soul-parrot."
I have fallen, with my heart shattered -
where else but on your path? And I
broke your bowl, drunk, my idol, so drunk,
don't let me be harmed, take my hand.
A new rule a new law has been born:
break all the glasses and fall toward the glassblower.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jannatul Merry 25 February 2021

Omg! ! Every single poem of Rumi made my teary eyed

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Mahtab Bangalee 21 June 2018

I've broken all broke into pieces now the hollowness pit of glass through the reflection or refraction I'm shattered; scattered everywhere nothing is for my; into me to grasp the dripping blood on the thin edge of glass or I am in danger..............

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M Asim Nehal 26 January 2016

Metaphors n comparison is amusing......intoxication by wine n love both leads to same fate......

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* Sunprincess * 19 March 2014

....thanks for giving me a laugh mr. rumi...over 700 years later and your poem still holds true today...

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