Rumi

We Three


My love wanders the rooms, melodious,
flute notes, plucked wires,
full of wine the Magi drank
on the way to Bethlehem.

We are three. The moon comes
from its quiet corner, puts a pitcher of water
down in the center. The circle
of surface flames.

One of us knees to kiss the threshold.

One drinks, with the wine-flames playing over his face.

One watches the gathering, and says to any cold onlookers,

This dance is the joy of existence.






I am filled with you.
Skin, blood, bones, brain, and soul.
There's no room for lack of trust, or trust.
Nothing in this existence but that existence.



Mawlānā Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī (مولانا جلال الدین محمد بلخى), also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī (جلال‌الدین محمد رومی), but known as Rumi.

September 30,1207 – December 17,1273