Monday, 30 January 2012
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
Whispers of Love
Lover whispers to my ear,
“Better to be a prey than a hunter.
Make yourself my fool.
Stop trying to be the sun and become a speck!
Dwell at My door and be homeless.
Don't pretend to be a candle, be a moth,
So you may taste the savor of Life
and know the power hidden in serving.”
~ Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi (Masnavi, Vol. V)
From Tenderness
Give me your hand and give me your love,
give me your hand and dance with me.
A single flower and nothing more,
a single flower is all we'll be.
Keeping time in the dance together,
singing the tune together with me,
grass in the wind and nothing more,
grass in the wind is all we'll be.
I'm called Hope and you're called Rose,
but losing our names we'll both go free,
a dance on the hills and nothing more,
a dance on the hills is all we'll be.
give me your hand and dance with me.
A single flower and nothing more,
a single flower is all we'll be.
Keeping time in the dance together,
singing the tune together with me,
grass in the wind and nothing more,
grass in the wind is all we'll be.
I'm called Hope and you're called Rose,
but losing our names we'll both go free,
a dance on the hills and nothing more,
a dance on the hills is all we'll be.
Gabriela Mistral's "Dame La Mano" ; Translated in English by Ursula K. Le Guin.
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