I am no lion – Rumi

i am no lion

to overpower my enemies

winning over myself

if i can

is enough

though I’m of lowly earth

since i nourish a seed

named love

I’ll grow

lilies of the field

when I’m pitch-black

lamenting separation

i know for sure

i will break through

spreading light on the dark night

i am on fire inside

but look grim outside

since i want to rise

like smoke through my cell

i am a child

whose teacher is love

surely my master

won’t let me grow

to be a fool

– Translation by Nader Khalili


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