by
Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī (1207 - 1273)
Lean your cheek
Language: English  after the Persian (Farsi)
Lean your cheek, rest a moment
on my drunken cheek
So I may forget the war and cruelty inside me.
You have opened the seven gates of heaven;
Now lay Your hand on my tightened heart.
All I have to offer is an illusion: my self.
I’m not asking for some sweet pistachio candy;
But your everlasting love.
Fifty times I have said, “Heart, cease hunting.
Step into this net.”
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This text was added to the website: 2018-10-09
Line count: 10
Word count: 70