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

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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