My poem of the month

a poem by RUMI, a 13th-century Persian Muslim poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. (A very free interpretation by myself. If somebody knows the English translation, please, let me know)

Beloved, I offered myself to you

in the scent of the rose
but you didn’t smell me.

in the little flower on your path
but you didn’t see me

in the song of the bird
but you didn’t hear me

in the sweetness of the fruit
but you didn’t taste me

in the touch of your friend’s hand
but you didn’t feel me

Why, beloved, why?


About lorianapauli

Born in Italian speaking Ticino/Switzerland. Lived all my life in different parts of that very country till I found my way "home", where I truly belong > the 'Long Island'.
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