The sound of love and union 🕊✨ O lovers, O lovers, the time of union and meeting has come A call has come from the sky: "O moon-faced ones, to prayer!" 🌙✨ O joyful ones, O joyful ones, the joy has come, pulling us along We are bound by his chains, he has taken hold of our skirts 🔗💫 The fiery wine has arrived, O demon of sorrow, sit in a corner O soul contemplating death, come, O eternal cupbearer 🍷🔥 O seven heavens intoxicated by you, we are but a pawn in your hand O existence, we are from your existence, in a hundred thousand welcomes 🌍✨ This poem is an invitation from the sky for the union with the beloved. Rumi speaks of heavenly love and fiery wine, of liberation from sorrow and joining the truth. We are in the hands of the beloved, and all our existence is from him✨🍃🌸
