O season of sweet rains, rains fragrant as musk,
Pour down, now, on all the friends of the Beloved!
You are the tears of separation, of passion,
You will water the dry mountain of the heart.
O eye of storm-clouds! Pour your tears like a pitcher!
How you envy our friends with their faces like moons.
See this cloud that weeps! Gaze on this laughing garden!
Our sick are saved by the tears of heaven.Mevlâna Jalâluddin Rumi (1207-1273) was a Muslim poet, jurist, theologian and Sufi mystic. Born in Balkh, Persia, he died in Konya, Turkey, after living much of his life in Rum, an area once ruled by the Eastern Roman Empire–hence the descriptive name Rumi, meaning “the Roman.” Rumi composed more than 70,000 verses of poetry of divine love and ecstatic illumination; R.A. Nicholson called him “the greatest mystical poet of any age.” Rumi is currently the best-selling poet in the United States. Photo of storm over Colva, India, by Bill H. from his website The Cut Monkey. Used under a Creative Commons license.