When It Rains Love

When It Rains Love

When It Rains Love

When my soul yearns for
The wine and honey of Your beauty,
O Beloved,
The rain, descending the scentless paths in the air,
embraces my heart and teaches her the language of dream,
And of tenderness.
Thus the heart is moistened with Love's morning dew.

O Sweetheart,
The Face that I see in my infinite aloneness,
Which is but Your own Solitude,
Oh remove the white veil from the faceless dark,
Let the honey of Love's Ocean spill over,
Let it spill over,
Let the bird of space be murdered
by her own remembrance of You,
O Love.

Slower may lovers seem than the winds in their lazy days,
Yet they are forever in motion even when the Earth is in her slumber,
For they keep the reed's longing and the flame's madness
In the rhythmic silence of the heart.

The winds must but be borne of Love as wayfarers
And taste their annihilation in the Vineyard of the Beloved.

What can spring mean,
If you are not the Beloved's rose?

What can the morning light gain,
If you are not the Beloved's silence?

What can the rain sing,
If you are not the Beloved's pasture?

If Love is the sweetness of sugar,
Then know that you are Love's own shyness!

Last night, the Beloved said unto me,
"Darling, why do you drink from a tea cup
When you can drink from the Shoreless Sea that I am?"

Listen to the faint air and the calm wind,
Know how they sing the depths of the moment in separation.

Oh this separation!
Who can withstand this infinite longing?
For when life runs enflamed
No one can end the story which Love has begun!

When it rains Love,
Tell me, just tell me, my friend
That Love is in the air
To captivate bees and butterflies
That revolve around spring flowers like Majnun.

Oh the water has turned into sweet wine,
The breath has befriended the fire,
The dust has grown into a thorny rose,
And Dani has become a lover.

{Dani}