My Beloved I Once Saw By Rumi Balkhi

My beloved I once saw
Around the room pace & dance
Plucking the strings in awe
Singing in a state of trance
Fingers fiery flame
Playing a song of old fame
Joyous, drunken, and tame
The night spirits enhance
Stylishly would amuse
Singing was the excuse
Wine was the main news
As the wine-bearers advance
A bearer of much beauty
The jug was her duty
From a corner mutely
Made her grand entrance
She filled up the first glass
A drink of molten brass;
Has it ever come to pass
Water on fire, per chance?
Put the glass in the hand
Of the Lovers, on demand
Prostrate, and then stand
Kiss the ground with her glance
He withdrew his gaze
Sipped from the wine in daze
The flaming wine would raze
His flaming head’s resistance
Of his own grace was fed
About good and evil said
Neither lives, nor is dead
Unlike myself, for instance
Shams upon the world hovers
The Lover of all Lovers
In each instant discovers
Soul and Spirit in romance.
Translated By: Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
September 22, 1998
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