Fri
Dec
18
don’t tell me i have had enough
Don’t tell me I have had enough.
Don’t stop me from wanting more.
Do you remember handing me your favorite wine
And I dropped it to the floor
Even though I was thirsty?
Just because I want does not mean I am a slave
My longing exists on the inside and outside,
it is yours as well as mine.
The past and future are broken barriers
as far as I can tell.
You came back to me this morning
Pretending to be my doctor
Feeling my pulse and saying “you are weak.”
“Stop drinking wine, only drink medicine.”
was what you said.
But if I only had you,
Why would I need wine?
translation from moulana rumi, by eyton shalom and farhad bahrami
