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Monday, July 19, 2010

love poems of rumi

A Star Without a Name



When a baby is taken from the wet nurse,

it easily forgets her

and starts eating solid food.



Seeds feed awhile on ground,

then lift up into the sun.



So you should taste the filtered light

and work your way toward wisdom

with no personal covering.



That's how you came here, like a star

without a name. Move across the night sky

with those anonymous lights.



(Mathnawi III, 1284-1288)

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