Rumi Poem: The Song of the Reed - Rumi With A View

In celebrations, I laugh with those laughing

And in sadness, I cry with those grieving

The divine secrets are not separate from my cries

But only those who are cooked in the fire of love will hear them

These secrets are for the heart, not for eyes or ears

It is fire, not wind that makes me sing!

If you don’t have this fire,

you might as well be dead

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