The Festival of Spring, from the Díván of Jeláleddín / Rendered in English Gazels after Rückert's Versions, with an Introduction and a Criticism of the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám

by Maulana Jalal al-Din Rumi

When I knew it could the Darkness from my Eyes dispel

I sought for then.[27]

Love's Touch became my Eyesalve, and all my Soul's

dull Blindness fled;

And, my Heart of Thirst a-dying, His sweet, pure Well

I sought for then.

I am Fire that never burneth; and thou, the Wind

that makes it burn;

O thou Wind, with my Fire playing, aye in me dwell:

I sought for then.