Praise love, praise love, because love’s divine

Love is tender, love is marvelous, love is benign

What a feeling, what a frenzy, we are feverish by the rays of love

It is hidden, it is obscure, it’s a sign from above 

We have fallen, we have fallen, impossible to arise

We know not, we know not, what is underneath this guise 


Ghazal 95

Rumi

Translated by : Anahita Ghaffari