Eternal Meadow
Rumi, Mahsa Vahdat
In the meadow where all the flowers take shelter
there is no winter, and no flower ever withers there
There is a graceful tree in the middle of the field
Whoever reposes in its shadow wakes up intoxicated
In heaven where all the souls wish to go
Saturn never fights with Venus
A mine full of precious jewels lives in a placeless abyss
When my eyes cry, it is because my heart desires it