Poem by Rumi, in Gold, trans by Haleh Liza Gafori, New York Review Books, 2022 page 55
Spring is here—
fragrant, musky spring is here.
The Beloved is here,
the Soul of souls is here,
the One who welcomes everyone is here.
Wine is here, the wine of dawn is here,
wine that floods the soul with joy is here.
The cupbearer fills everyone’s cup.
Clarity is here—
stones in the river pulse with sunlight.
The cure is here, the cure for every ill is here.
The friend who soothes the ache is here.
The healer is here.
The healer who’s felt every shade of feeling is here.
Dance is here, the whirling dance is here.
The eternal bond and glorious breeze are here.
Poppies, basil, and the tulips’ stunning eyes are here.
One is here.
One who makes someone of no one is here.
The bright moon that clears the haze is here.
The heart stirring all hearts to laughter is here.
The Beloved is here, the Soul of souls is here—
and never left.
It’s our eyes that come and go.
Be silent now. Let silence speak.
Surrender the syllables you count on your fingers.
The river of countless messages is here.