Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

(1207 - 1273 / Persia)

When Grapes Turn To Wine - Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

When grapes turn
to wine, they long for our ability to change.

When stars wheel
around the North Pole,
they are longing for our growing consciousness.

Wine got drunk with us,
not the other way.
The body developed out of us, not we from it.

We are bees,
and our body is a honeycomb.
We made
the body, cell by cell we made it.



translated by Robert Bly


Comments about When Grapes Turn To Wine by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

  • (9/7/2015 10:05:00 AM)


    A reality of life here explains in the poem. That too about the life of honeybee. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 7, 2015



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