Every Day I Bear A Burden Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Every Day I Bear A Burden

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Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:
I bear the discomfort of cold and December's snow in hope of spring.
Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body;
Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love of a prince;
Though my shop and house be laid waste, I bear it in fidelity to a tulip bed.
God's love is a very strong fortress; I carry my soul's baggage inside a fortress.
I bear the arrogance of every stonehearted stranger for the sake of a friend, of one long-suffering;
For the sake of his ruby I dig out mountains and mine; for the sake of that rose-laden one I endure a thorn.
For the sake of those two intoxicating eyes of his, like the intoxicated I endure crop sickness;
For the sake of a quarry not to be contained in a snare, I spread out the snare and decoy of the hunter.
He said, "Will you bear this sorrow till the Resurrection?" Yes, Friend, I bear it, I bear it.
My breast is the Cave and Shams-e Tabrizi is the Companion of the Cave.

Bernard F. Asuncion 18 December 2016

He said, Will you bear this sorrow till the Resurrection? Yes, Friend, I bear it, I bear it. He who endures till the end will be saved........

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Rod Mendieta 18 December 2016

Beautiful poem. Shams-e Tabrizi was Rumi's Sufi master. He's tomb was designated by UNESCO as a World Heritage Site.

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Edward Kofi Louis 18 December 2016

Calamity! ! Facing the odds of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Tom Allport 18 December 2016

In a free world we all have a choices? for the time being anyway?

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M Asim Nehal 18 December 2016

Life of a common man aptly described, we all fall in the trap of routine and follow it mechanically without thinking...

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