Oh, if a tree could wander
and move with foot and wings
It would not suffer the axe blows
and not the pain of saws
For would the sun not wander
away in every night
How could at every morning
the world be lighted up
And if the oceans water
would not rise to the sky
How would the plants be quickened
by streams and gentle rain
The drop that left its homeland,
the sea, and then returned
It found an oyster waiting
and grew into a pearl
Did Yusaf not leave his father,
in grief and tears and despair
Did he not, by such a journey,
gain kingdom and fortune wide
Did not the Prophet travel
to far Medina, friend
And there he found a new kingdom
and ruled a hundred lands.
You lack a foot to travel
Then journey into yourself
And like a mine of rubies
receive the sunbeams
Out of yourself such a journey
will lead you to your self,
It leads to transformation
of dust into pure gold
Look! This is Love –
Poems of Rumi,
Annemarie Schimme
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