Rumi Poems When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth. Mystic poet and philosopher Rumi. A short poem reflecting on the loss of a loved one, the remembrance of the beauty of Love itself and the journey of life. I hope you enjoy this short poem and may it be used to remind you of the infinite and transformative power of love. The end of one journey and the beginning of another awaits us all, may we always be mindful of the ever presence Love has in our lives, even in the darkest of hours. ""The original words of Rumi are so deep, so perfect, so touching, that when one man repeats them hundreds and thousands of people are moved to tears. They cannot help penetrating the heart. This shows how much Rumi himself was moved to have been able to pour out such living words." - Hazrat Inayat Khan

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