Maulana Rumi Poem On Holy Month oF Ramdhan

The month of fasting has come, The emperor’s banner has arrived, Withhold your hand from food, The spirit’s table has arrived. The soul has escaped from separation and bound nature’s hands; The heart of error is defeated. Fasting is as our sacrifice, It is the life out of soul; let us sacrifice all our body, Since the soul has arrived as guest. Fortitude is as a sweet cloud, wisdom rains from it, Because it was in such a month of fortitude That the Koran arrived. When the carnal soul is in need, The spirit goes into ascension; When the gate of the prison is broken, the soul reaches the Beloved. The heart has rent the curtain of darkness and winged up to the sky; The heart, being of the angels, has again arrived. The Cow was goodly, Moses son of Imran appeared; Through him the dead became living when it was sacrificed.Align Center Quickly clutch the rope out of this body’s well; At the top of the well of water cry, "Joseph of Canaan has arrived." When Jesus escaped from the donkey, his prayers became accepted; Wash your hands, for the Table has arrived from heaven. Wash your hands and your mouth, neither eat nor speak; Seek that speech and that morsel which has come tothe silent ones. ~ Mevlana Rumi There’s a hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. ..... The fog clears, and a new energy makes you run up the steps in front of you. Be emptier and cry like reed[bansuri - like] instruments cry. Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen. When you’re full of food and drink, satan sits where your spirit should, an ugly metal statue in place of the Kaaba. When you fast, good habits gather like friends who want to help. Fasting is Sulaiman’s ring. Don’t give it to some illusion and lose your power. But even if you’ve lost all will and control, they come back when you fast, like soldiers appearing out of the ground, pennants[a tapering flag on a ship] flying above them...