Rumi, The Poetry Of

The fertile garden of love, as it is boundless,
Contains other fruits besides joy and sorrow.
The true lover is exalted above these two states,
He is fresh and green independently of autumn or spring!

Who hath seen a sympathetic consoler like the flute?

The flute tells the tale of love's bloodstained path,

It recounts the story of Majnun's love toils.

The Poetry Of Jaluluddin Rumi

THE SPIRITUAL COUPLETS OF RUMI FROM MASNAVI - Book I

My wailing is heard in every throng,

Each interprets my notes in harmony with his own feelings,
But not one fathoms the secrets of my heart.

My secrets are not alien from my plaintive notes,
Yet they are not manifest to the sensual eye and ear.

This plaint of the flute is fire, not mere air.