The dervishes’ way
to die to this world and to be revived
in the eternal dance of the free spirits
around a sun that neither rises nor sets.
Fana and baka,
annihilation and eternal life in God
choreograph the movement
of the mystical dance
All valleys and mountains
the springs and fountains
the trees and hill-tops
wear dancing gowns and masks
In the darkness of my being
I whirl and whirl and with me
myriad skies whirl as well
Also infinite stars too
sparkling rise and fall
over my dance floor!
In my night-sky’s garden
moon blossoms out of my heart
to shine in heaven
No tree withers in my interior spring
where flute forever churns new melodies
to which innumerous serpents dance mesmerized
Intoxicated I run mad divine
amid flowery vale in sunshine
listening to the inner harmony.
(Yayati)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intoxicated I run mad divine amid flowery vale in sunshine listening to the inner harmony. No mad aspirations or luscious objects of the world can give that inner harmony! Only divine love within warrants such true harmony! Enjoyed the content as well as the melody! !