Tuesday, June 04, 2013
"The Traceless"--Rumi --tr. Andrew Harvey
The Traceless
Like cream concealed in the heart of milk,
No-place keeps seeping into place.
Like intellect hidden in this sack of blood,
The Traceless keeps infiltrating traces.
From beyond the intellect, astounding Love arrives
Dragging its robes, a cup of wine in its hand.
And from beyond Love, that Indescribable One
Who can only be called "That" keeps coming and coming.
- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi
(Translated by Andrew Harvey from A Year of Rumi)
