'I am only the house of your beloved,
not the beloved herself:
true love is for the treasure,
not for the coffer that contains it.'
The real beloved is that one who is unique,
who is your beginning and your end.
When you find that one,
you'll no longer expect anything else:
that is both the manifest and the mystery.
That one is the lord of states of feeling,
dependent on none;
month and year are slaves to that moon.
When he bids the 'state,'
it does His bidding;
when that one wills, bodies become spirit.
Feeling and spirit are not dependent like house or moon or sun ever ideed and love is also so!
When you find that one, you'll no longer expect anything else: , , nice
The great poet Jalaluddin Rumi's famous poetry that enjoyed well.
when one finds true love, one will not expect anything else.. how true a description of true love
Superb, Nice poem by Master poet....Enjoyed it.