You are my Shams, and I am your Rumi.
I write poetry inspired by the alchemy of love,
My philosopher's stone is in your chest.
I mix you with a Damascus rose and a drop of dew,
Not much sun and moon,
Clouds and stardust, a few secret ingredients
Ready elixir of immortality in love,
Taoist mystery mystery,
Taste the soma.
And in the silence, you will hear the symphony of nature,
where the answers to the eternal Questions of life are hidden.
The seekers, always find what they were looking for,
Because there is no other mirror…
Your world is only the depth of your soul.
My Shams, wandering at night has already found,
What he was looking for in my garden,
And what he was looking for, found you,
Your Rumi with the dawn.
And even when you are in another country, you and me are together,
We are united in the halls of the mind
Soul and heart and in lucid dreams,
We learn the waltz by ascending to the heavens,
With various keys from other worlds.
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The magic gaze, so gentle and at the same time very strict,
Penetrates into the heart mercilessly.
So scary, I'm defenseless before this look,
Especially when the sun is reflected in it.
A glimpse glance stops my breath,
And a micro smile starts my heart like a motor.
O universe, as if you are looking at me
With his eyes with the greatest love and longing,
Embracing my soul with all your warmth.
These eyes are unique, they are only mine, for me
Let your gaze find refuge in my eyes, in my heart and in my soul at peace.