Rumi talks a lot about love,
in one of his most beautiful poems, he says:
"O with me and in secret, I am safe from the heart,
in the Kaaba, wherever I go, I intend to resist, wherever you are, you are
present in our door from afar
, the night lights up because I remember your name,
love is the name of the song that Saeed sings to you
and Armik accompanies him with his guitar.
I said love with the
experiences I had about love from my childhood, the song of
this song is foreign and Saeed sings it for you,
love until I step on its road
until I walk in the depths of its sadness, full
of red flowers, waiting for
love, something like the heat of July and August
, something that gave me another half
, the sun that fell on my cloud,
the tranquility of love like a sea
after attracting fashion. Again
, it is like a wave on my hand,
drowning in the sequins of the star, your love, whatever it is, my love, my love, my love, my rebellion, love, the
color of the paper, the color of the covenant of youth, the
message of the dandelion is the dream of dreams, the
image of the sky in the depths of the water,
love, a pain like the bitter pain, homesickness, a
poem between words and whispers, and the speech of
an endless light until the end of your life
, oh the bird, whose name is love
, and your chest is the plain of song,
something You are like that moment,
which is the moment of the joy of flying,
your love, whatever it is, is overwhelmed with peace,
my love is the rebellion of desire.
