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Yunus Emre

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Let the deaf listen to the mute.
A soul is needed to understand them both.

Without listening we understood.
Without understanding we carried it out.

On this Way, the seeker's wealth is poverty.

We loved, we became lovers.
We were loved, we became the beloved.
When all is perishing moment by moment
Who has time to be bored?

God divided His people into Seventy-two languages and borders arose.

But poor Yunus fills the earth and sky,
and under every stone hides a Moses.

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  • johnsonf18

    This poem deeply moved me. It beautifully captures the essence of love, spirituality, and the pursuit of understanding. The way it alludes to life's fleeting moments and the insignificance of division is truly profound. Very eye-opening! 🙏😊🌎🕊️