I am a sculptor, a molder of form

red tulip

I am a sculptor, a molder of form.

In every moment I shape an idol.

But then, in front of you, I melt them down.

I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.

My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.

Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.

In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.

Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.

Mevlana

The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XXXIV

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

Oh Friend, With love I became happy

yellow tulip

Oh Friend

Oh Friend, when I began to love You,
my intellect went and left me.
I gazed at the rivers. I dove into the seas.

But a spark of Love’s fire
can make the seas boil.
I fell in, caught fire, and burned.

A soul in love is free of worries.
With love all problems left me.
With love I became happy.

When the nightingale saw the face
of the red rose, it fell in love.
I saw the faces of those who matured,
and became a nightingale.

I was a dead tree fallen onto the path.
When a master threw me a glance and
brought me to life.

Yunus, if you are a true lover,
humble yourself.
Humility was chosen by them all.

Yunus Emre

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul