The minute I heard my first love story

by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

English version by Coleman Barks
Original Language Persian/Farsi

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.

-- from Open Secret: Versions of Rumi, Translated by Coleman Barks / Translated by John Moyne

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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger

This short poem says so much about the journey and its end. Devotion suddenly collapses inward in self-fulfillment. There is no "I" and "Thou," only union.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.


No words wasted. I won't waste another word, either. I'll just say -- Have a beautiful weekend!



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