By Rumi
Love makes bitter things sweet.
Love turns copper to gold.
With love dregs settle into clarity.
With love suffering ceases.
Love brings the dead back to life.
Love transforms the King into a slave.
Love is the consummation of Gnosis.
How could a fool sit on such a throne?
nice, but it reads so much nicer in the original Persian – as the saying goes, “translation is treason.”
I wish I could read it in the original! Or you have, could read everything that’s been translated in its original language…just to be able to read in hundreds of languages
Thanks ffor sharing this