Yunus Emre : Written in hearts

For more about the Turkish poet and mystic Yunus Emre, see this earlier post.

Hear me, dear friends: 
Love resembles the sun.
The heart that feels no love 
Is nothing more than stone.

What can grow from stone hearts? 
Though the tongue starts softly,
Words of venom fume and rage, 
And soon turn into war.

When in love, the soul burns, 
Melts like wax in its turmoil.
Stone hearts are like winter,
Dark, harsh, with all warmth gone.

Men of God’s truth are an ocean;
Lovers must plunge into that sea.
The sages, too, must dive deeply
To discover the finest treasure. 

We have turned into the 
Wise Men, to find pearls in the depths again;
Only the jeweller would know 
The value of those pearls.

Mohammed came to perceive God, 
And saw God’s truth in his selfhood.
Providence exists everywhere 
So long as there are eyes to see.

Books are composed by the sages 
Who put black words on white pages;
My sacred book’s chapters are all 
Written in hearts that love truly.

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