Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

(1207 - 1273 / Persia)

This Is Love

Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of live.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.

Comments about This Is Love by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

  • Brian (8/19/2018 12:14:00 AM)

    Should “First, to let go of live.“ not read “First, to let go of life.”?(Report)Reply

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  • Liz Mitchell (4/6/2018 10:36:00 AM)

    Typo: Third line should read to let go of life
    Thank you Poem Hunter for all your good work.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010