The Pain Of Love By Javad Nurbakhsh

The Pain of Love by Javad Nurbakhsh

Original Language Persian/Farsi & English
Leave behind your cleverness, O lover of God:
go crazy instead
Become a moth: enter the flame!
– Rumi
For one who sees truly,
love’s pain is itself the remedy:
But this mystery is revealed
only to those who are afflicted.
That lover who has left the realm of “I and you”
is a stranger to all:
How then could he ever
be clever?
Love is an attraction
drawing multiplicity from the heart:
The spirit of Unity it bestows
is free of all desires.
Love is a ladder
on the path toward God:
A ladder to that place where
“wherever you look is God.”
Only “I am God” is ever uttered
at the stage of love,
For this secret is unknown
to “other than God.”
Do not conceive of love
as a “pain without cure.”
Love is a snare set by God –
a consolation, not calamity.
O Nurbakhsh, since the lover
has no awareness of self,
To attribute cleverness to him
would be a grave mistake.


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