'Who Is At My Door?' - Rumi Poem Read By Nobieh

Poem by Persian Sufi Poet Rumi and read by Nobieh. Music by Ardavan Kamkar "Memory of Friends." Who is at my door? He said, "Who is at my door?" I said, "Your humble servant." He said, "What business do you have?" I said, "To greet you, O Lord."

He said, "How long will you journey on?"
I said, "Until you stop me."
He said, "How long will you boil in the fire?"
I said, "Until I am pure.
"This is my oath of love.
For the sake of love
I gave up wealth and position."
He said, "You have pleaded

Transcript

Who is at my door?

He said,

Who is at my door?

I said,

Your humble servant.

He said,

What business do you have?

I said,

To greet you,

O Lord.

He said,

How long will you journey on?

I said,

Until you stop me.

He said,

How long will you boil in the fire?

I said,

Until I am pure.

This is my path of love.

For the sake of love,

I gave up wealth and position.

He said,

You have pleaded your case,

But you have no witness.

I said,

My tears are my witness.

The pallor of my face is my proof.

He said,

Your witness has no credibility.

Your eyes are too witless.

I said,

By the splendor of your justice,

My eyes are clear and faultless.

He said,

What do you seek?

I said,

To have you as my constant friend.

He said,

What do you want from me?

I said,

Your abundant grace.

He said,

Who was your companion on the journey?

I said,

The thought of you,

O King.

He said,

What called you here?

I said,

The fragrance of your wine.

He said,

What brings you to the most fulfillment?

I said,

The company of the Emperor.

He said,

What do you find there?

I said,

A hundred miracles.

He said,

Why is the palace deserted?

I said,

They all fear the thief.

He said,

Who is the thief?

I said,

The one who keeps me from you.

He said,

Where is their safety?

I said,

In the service and renunciation.

He said,

What is there to renounce?

I said,

The hope of salvation.

He said,

Where is their calamity?

I said,

In the presence of your love.

He said,

How do you benefit from this life?

I said,

By keeping true to myself.

Now,

It is time for silence.

If I told you about his true essence,

You would fly from yourself and be gone.

And neither door nor roof could hold you back.

Rumi,

In the arms of the beloved.

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Reviews

I love listening to spiritual poetry every now and then. Meaning dances just on the edge of my understanding, with just enough doubt and wonder to keep me wanting more. The music in this piece is a nice touch; it reminds me of music from the early era of silent films. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

sometimes I hear words, I always feel love. Thank you