Yunus Emre

Untitled IX

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Hear me out, my dear friends,
Love resembles the sun.
The heart that feels no love
Is none other than stone.

What can grow on stone hearts?
Though the tongue softly starts,
Words of venom fume, rage,
And turn into war soon.


When in love, the soul burns,
Melts like wax as it churns.
Stone hearts are like winter
Dark, harsh, with all warmth gone.


Men of God's truth are an ocean,
Lovers must plunge into that sea;
The sages, too. should take a dive
To bring out the best jewellery.


We have turned into the
Wise Men To find pearls in the depths again;
Only the jeweller would know
How valuable those pearls might be.


Mohammed came to perceive God,
And saw God's truth in his selfhood.
Providence exists everywhere
So long as there are eyes to see.


Books are composed by the sages
Who put black words on white pages;
My sacred book's chapters are all
Written in hearts that love truly.

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