Love is alive
And someone borne along by it is more alive
than lions roaring
or men in their fierce courage.
Bandits ambush others on the road.
they get wealth,
but they stay in one place.
Lovers keep moving,
never the same,not for a second.
What make others grieve,they enjoy.
When they look angry,
do not believe their faces.
It is like spring lightning,
a joke before the rain.
They chew thorns thoughtfully,
along with pasture grass.
Gazelle and lioness having dinner.
Love is invisible except here,in us.
Sometimes i praise love.
Sometimes love praise me.
- MEVLANA CELLALUDDEEN AR-RUMI-