DANCER in the LIGHT

dancing behind 

The intoxication of LOVE... whirl.... whirl...whirl...............

You bind me, and I tear away in a rage to open out
into air, a round brightness, a candle point,
all reason, all love.

This confusing joy, your doing,
this hangover, your tender thorn.

You turn to look, I turn.
I’m not saying this right.

I am a jailed crazy who ties up spirit-women.
I am Solomon.

What goes comes back. Come back.
We never left each other.

A disbeliever hides disbelief,
but I will say his secret.

More and more awake, getting up at night,
spinning and falling with love for Shams.

Again I am raging, 

I am in such a state by your soul that every
bond you bind, I break, by your soul.
I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; 
I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.

My joy is of your doing, my hangover of your thorn; 
whatever side you turn your face, 
I turn mine, by your soul.
I spoke in error; 
it is not surprising to speak in error in this state, 
for this moment I cannot tell cup from wine, by your soul.
I am that madman in bonds who binds the 
‘divs'; I, the madman, am a Solomon with the ‘divs’, 
by your soul.

Whatever form other than love raises up its head from my 
heart, forthwith I drive it out of the court of my heart, 
by your soul.
Come, you who have departed, for the thing that departs
comes back; neither you are that, 
by my soul, nor I am that, by your soul.

Disbeliever, do not conceal disbelief in your soul, for I will recite
the secret of your destiny, by your soul.
Out of love of Sham-e Tabrizi, 
through wakefulness or nightrising, 
like a spinning mote I am distraught, by your soul.

Rumi 

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