On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor Slaves. Poem by Mohammad Younus

On the path of Love we are neither masters nor slaves.
We are only dervishes going from one exhibition to another.
We go not with a begging bowel in our hands from door to door.
We go with bouquets of flowers of love from one door to another.
We are dervishs. Our beloved loves his beauty through our eyes.
Our beloved hears his sweet melody through our ears.
Nay, we are dervishes. We possess nothing as our own.
Our eyes, ears, and heart are actually of our beloved.

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