Clap your hands - Rumi
It is the rainy season, I dig a canal; In the hope of union I clap my hands. The clouds are pregnant with drops from the sea of love; I am pregnant with those clouds. Don't say you are not a musician, clap your hands! Come! I will teach you to become one. So bright! will you tell me whose house is that? I love bright houses so! Alas I hide my own water of life As oil drops cover the surface of water. Rumi - (Divan 1672) Translated by Fatemeh Keshavarz, 'Reading Mystical Lyric: The Case of Jalal... Sign in to see full entry.