Sama,
A poem by Rumi We came spinning out of nothingness,
Scattering stars like dust.
The stars formed a circle and we,
At the center,
Danced with them.
Like the grinding stone around God,
The wheel of heaven spins.
Hold on to a spoke of that wheel and your hand will be cut off.
Spinning and spinning,
This wheel dissolves all attachments.
Were it not in love,
It would cry out,
Enough!
How long will this spinning continue?
Every atom spins in a daze,
Beggars wander amongst the tables.
Dogs circle around the piece of meat,
The lover spins around their own heart.
Shamed in face of such beauty,
I spin around my own shame.
Come,
Listen to the music of the Sama.
Come,
Imitate the sound of the drums.
Here we celebrate.
We are all the truth.
We are in ecstasy.
Intoxicated,
Yes,
But with a wine not gathered from the vine.
Whatever they may think of us,
It will not seem like what we are.
We spin and spin in ecstasy.
This is the night of the Sama.
There is light now.
Light.
Light.
This is true love bidding farewell to the mind.
This is the day of farewell.
Farewell.
Farewell.
Every heart burning on this night is a friend of music.
My heart overflows from my mouth,
Burning for your lips.
Silence,
Silence,
But made of thought,
Affection,
And passion.
What remains is nothing but flesh and bones.
Why do they speak to us of temples of prayer,
Of pious acts?
We are the prey and the hunter,
Autumn and spring,
Night and day,
The visible and the invisible.
We are the treasure of the spirit.
We are the soul of the world,
Freed from the weight that lashes the body.
We are not prisoners of time nor space,
Not even of the earth we walk upon.
In love,
We were conceived.
In love,
We were born.
