Sculptor!

I am a sculptor, a molder of form. 
In every moment I shape an idol. 
But then, in front of you, I melt them down... 
I can rouse a hundred forms 
and fill them with spirit, 
but when I look into your face, 
I want to throw them in the fire. 
My souls spills into yours and is blended. 
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance, 
I cherish it. 
Every drop of blood I spill informs the earth, 
I merge with my Beloved when I participate in love. 
In this house of mud and water, 
my heart has fallen to ruins. 
Enter this house, my Love, 
or let me leave! 

The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XXXIV

ArtWork by Sermed Berktav