WHAT IS THIS LOVE
What is this thing that gives
Pain of separation to me?
My soul was intoxicated,
Love is both poison and remedy to me.
Let the one who has sorrows
Ask for remedy to his sorrows,
It doesn't suffer me anymore,
My sorrow is now my
remedy.
If you burn with love's fire
And earn people's hearts,
All darkness will vanish,
I need neither oil lamp nor torch.
If you read the four books descended from heaven
A thousand times in a day,
If you are still against the friends of God,
The beauty of Haqq's face is far
away from you.
O poor Yunus, do not show pride
And arrogance to the friends of God,
Be like earth! Everything grows out of
earth.
Earth is a rose orchard to me.