The Moon is my Master - Ghazal 2219
Rumi, Translation Ali Arsanjani
I am a servant of the Moon, speak to me of nothing more
In my presence speak of light, speak of sweetness – say no more
Don’t tell me about your problems, speak to me only of treasures
And don’t worry if they think, you’ve out of touch — say no more
Last night I went insane; love saw me and called out:
Don’t scream: I’m on my way, don’t wring your garments! Say no more
I said, my Beloved, this fear is for something else …
Love said: there is nothing else, any more — say no more
I will whisper secret words in your ear
Nod if you agree, only gesture, say no more
Along the way of the heart a beautiful, life-giving Moon appeared for me
Traveling the way of the heart is heart-warming – say no more
my heart “what kind of Moon are you ?” and it replied
This is unfathomable for you, move on and say no more
I asked in awe: “Is this the face of an Angel or of human”?
My Moonheart said “this is neither Angel or Man, say no more…”
Please tell me what it is, I am uprooted in confusion, I begged
He replied “you can be uprooted and confused, but say no more”
You who reside in this house of thoughts and images
Get up and leave, take all your belongings, say no more
I begged: show me Fatherly kindness; how I expect Divinity to treat me!
He replied, “my dear son, you are right, but say no more!”
