Rumi - Divani Shamsi Tabriz - Yestereve I delivered to a star tidings for thee
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Selected Poems from the Divani Shamsi Tabriz of Rumi – R A Nicholson
Yestereve I delivered to a star tidings for thee:
‘Present’ I said, ‘my service to that moonlike form.’
I bowed, I said : 'Bear that service to the sun
Who maketh hard rocks gold by his burning.’
I bared my breast, I showed it the wounds:
‘Give news of me,' I said, ‘to the Beloved whose drink is blood.'
I rocked to and fro that the child, my heart, might become still;
A child sleeps when one sways the cradle.
Give my heart-babe milk, relieve us from its weeping,
O thou that helpest every moment a hundred helpless like me.
The heart's home, first to last, is thy city of union :
How long wilt thou keep in exile this heart forlorn?
I speak no more, but for the sake of averting headache,
O cup bearer, make drunken my languishing eye.