My heart, sit only with those
who know and understand you.
Sit only under a tree
that is full of blossoms.
In the bazaar of herbs and potions,
don’t wander aimlessly —
find the shop with a potion that is sweet.
If you don’t have a measure
people will rob you in no time.
You will take counterfeit coins
thinking they are real.
Don’t fill your bowl with food
from every boiling pot you see.
Not every joke is humorous, so don’t search
for meaning where there is none.
Not every eye can see,
not every sea is full of pearls.
My heart, sing the song of longing
The sound of your voice casts a spell
on every stone, on every thorn.
First, lay down your head
then one by one
let go of all distractions.
Embrace the light and let it guide you
beyond the winds of desire.
There you will find a spring
and nourished by its sea waters
like a tree you will bear fruit forever.
Rumi. “The Hidden Music.”
Trans. by Maryam Mafi & Azima Melita Kolin