Rumi’s Ghazal No. 1348: The Year of the Blooming Rose

Today is the day of joy... The year of the sacred flower... Today is the day of joy, the year of the blooming rose Our spirits are lifted high where eternal beauty grows The garden derives its light from the face of the sacred Friend A rose from the heavenly realm whose beauty will never end The eye of the narcissus is drunk with the garden's grace The lily whispers secrets of love in a quiet place The rose arrives in tearing robes to set our spirits free We tear our garments too to reach what we long to see Today is the day of joy, the year of the blooming rose We follow its scent tonight where eternal beauty grows Today is the day of joy, the year of the blooming rose We follow its scent tonight where eternal beauty grows The rose is a messenger sent from the garden of mind and soul A letter of majesty that makes the spirit whole We hold to the robe of the rose and dance to its holy root Rejoicing along the path to taste the divine fruit (Melodic vocal soaring with emotional Setar and strings) Though you tear the petals down, it rises to fly once more Like birds of Abraham it blooms on the holy shore Be silent now, O wise soul, smile under the rose’s shade For in the depth of silence, eternal peace is made Today is the day of joy, the year of the blooming rose We follow its scent tonight where eternal beauty grows Today is the day of joy, the year of the blooming rose We follow its scent tonight where eternal beauty grows Today is the day of joy... The blooming rose...