Rumi Poetry
How Very Close
How very close is your soul with mine
i know for sure everything you think
goes through my mind
I am with you now and doomsday
not like a host caring for you
at a feast alone
With you i am happy all the times
the time i offer my life or the time
you gift me your love
Offering my life is a profitable venture
each life i give you pay in turn
a hundred lives again
In this house there are a thousand
dead and still souls making you stay
as this will be yours
A handful of earth cries aloud
i used to be hair or i used to be bones
And just the moment when you are all confused
leaps forth a voice hold me close
i’m love and i’m always yours
