Today, a poem by Rumi — “Judge a Moth by the Beauty of Its Candle.” From the collection The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks… Enjoy.
You are a king’s son.
Why do you close yourself up?
Become a lover.
Don’t aspire to be a general
or a minister of state.
One is a boredom for you,
the other a disgrace.
You’ve been a picture on a bathhouse wall
long enough. No one recognizes you here, do they?
God’s lion disguised as a human being!
I saw that and put down the book
I was studying, Hariri’s Maqamat.
There is no early and late for us.
The only way to measure a lover
is by the grandeur of the beloved.
Judge a moth by the beauty of its candle.