During the Day I was singing with you, Rumi

During the day I was singing with you.
At night we slept in the same bed.
I wasn’t conscious day or night.
I thought I knew who I was,
but I was you.


Do not sit long with a sad friend.
When you go to a garden,
do you look at thorns of flowers?
Spend more time with roses and jasmine.

Jelaluddin RUMI (1207 – 1273)

Translations by John Moyne and Coleman Barks,
From “Open Secret”, Threshold Books, Vermont