“Don’t wander out on the road in drunken ecstasy,
Better to sleep in the tavern.”
When a drunk strays out to the street,
Children make fun of him.
He falls down in the mud, then takes
Any road to anywhere.
Children follow, not knowing the taste of wine,
Or how his drunkenness feels.
All people on Earth are children, except for a few.
No one is grown up except those free of desire.
God said;
“The world is a play, a children’s game,
And you are the children.”
God speaks truth,
For if you haven’t left child’s play,
How can you be an adult?
Without purity of spirit, if you’re,
Still in the middle of lust and greed,
And other wants, you’re like children,
Playing at sexual intercourse,
Who wrestle and rub together, but it’s not sex!
The same with men fighting.
It’s a squabble with play swords,
Fighting with no purpose, totally futile.
Like children on hobby horses;
Little soldiers claiming to ride,
A Knights horse.
Your actions mean nothing!
You play at sex and war, and prance around,
Whilst squeezing the crotch on your pants.
Don’t wait until you die to see this.
Recognize that your imagination, your thinking,
And perceptions are but dry sticks,
Children cut and pretend to be horses.
The knowing of mystic lovers is different.
The empirical sensory, sciences are,
Like a wagon load of books,
Or like a woman’s makeup washed off.
Lift the load of knowledge lightly.
Don’t carry truth for selfish reasons.
Deny your desires and willfulness…
A real Knight’s mount may appear ‘neath you.
(Translated/interpreted from the writings of Master Rumi) by:
ROTMS
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