I
I who was bereft of lover
Now recover love
So dance from the beginning was grasped
As nothing but light
I
Yearn for dance
After light
II
On the companion’s body figure,
I tear the ornament of love
With dancing fragments of fire
(I am not a fool
To practice the deed)
My companion is on the bridal dais
Where hope and anxiety
Spill over.
My companion,
You are
The sun
III
Come to dance
And to adorn the orgy
With shining poems
And divine feast
I stay in the garden
In the rotation of the flower
And the fruit Season
The moon
And the emotion
Alas!
My creativity bends your eyebrow
To shoot my sight
On the navel of your passion
Jalaluddin Rumi
Amien Wangsitalaja, translated by Thomas Lo
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