Love’s fire, for a lifetime, burned my heart and soul

until the Beloved taught me the way of the lover.

Love’s jealousy gave me no chance to cry out;

it sewed my lips to keep me from speaking.

Like a moth, out of passion I circled Him so much

that He burned like the candle, kindling me for every assembly.

He stored me for years in the heart of time

so that in this age I could amplify the whisperings of Love.

I am a slave of The Master of the DIVINE Holy Fire;

from myself He bought me.

Then sold me for the price of the tavern’s wine.

Ru-Hu with the breath of the Beloved,

drunkenly said,

“Love’s fire, for a lifetime, burned my heart and soul.”

Copyright ©2009 RU-HU( Nizhat Ansari)