Mar 19 2005

When the rose is gone

Published by at 1:35 am under Love Poems by Rumi

When the rose is gone

By Rumi

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale’s song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

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13 Responses to “When the rose is gone”

  1. mahesh.son 04 Feb 2007 at 1:16 am

    I like this poem

  2. priyankaon 26 Aug 2007 at 6:47 am

    :x !!!
    what does this mean

  3. crison 16 Jan 2008 at 8:04 am

    8) ;) :p :sigh :zzz :upset :eek :roll :? :cry :( :x

  4. alimirza rezakhanon 25 Jan 2008 at 12:25 pm

    fascinating

  5. PHCon 14 Feb 2008 at 8:08 pm

    Youth and desire are things that fade away with time. When they do, all that\’s left is the actual person. If you love them deeply for who they are in their soul, love goes on. If you were infatuated and always expected them to do the loving or based the relationship on sex, you\’ll have nothing. It\’s not what another person feels for you that matters, you can\’t control them. It\’s what you feel for them. True love wants nothing in return and doesn\’t depend on the other person. Since it\’s in your own heart, it can last forever.

  6. PHCon 14 Feb 2008 at 8:13 pm

    Youth and desire are things that fade away with time. When they do, all that\’s left is the actual person. If you love them deeply for who they are in their soul, love goes on. If you were infatuated and always expected them to do the loving or based the relationship on sex, you\’ll have nothing. It\’s not what another person feels for you that matters, you can\’t control them. It\’s what you feel for them. True love wants nothing in return and doesn\’t depend on the other person. Since it\’s in your own heart, it can last forever.

  7. Nikion 15 Dec 2008 at 6:46 am

    :cry Well there\’s this man, i mean he\’s alot older than me but i adore him more than he could ever know, he\’s in a happy relationship and he even has two kids but i cant help it, he makes me laugh, he\’s got a certain charm about him and miss him, he means the world to me and he doesn\’t even know it. I dont quite know whaf to say or how to approach him, i cant i just cant, he\’ll never want me so i guess i should just leave it and let the days flow by without him.

  8. tigerlilyon 30 Dec 2009 at 4:58 pm

    I think the speaker is the \”lover\” and \”Beloved,\” since it\’s capitalized, could mean love, life, the earth, something lofty like that. And \”the rose,\” \”garden,\” and \”nightingale\’s song\” are material things/pleasures. It\’s saying that he and all those material things are below the Beloved, and without the Beloved he\’s nothing. That\’s my interpretation anyways. Feel free to dispute.

  9. Garneton 11 Jun 2010 at 8:55 pm

    I believe the lover is human and Beloved is God. ;) What a beautiful poem.

  10. Anonymouson 25 Jul 2011 at 5:00 pm

    Garnet is correct. Rumi was a Persian mystic and often spoke about his spiritual connection to the “Beloved.” Regardless, it is a beautiful poem.

  11. Justaboyon 25 Jul 2011 at 6:07 pm

    The last line sounded very religious to me, so that throws off my entire interpretation otherwise I would say quite simply that the poem is about how the Lover, meaning the speaker, is nothing without the Beloved and how everything else fails and fades in comparison to the Beloved because he loves his Beloved with the utmost of his heart. True Love is all-consuming. That’s what I think, anyway.

  12. kcon 02 Dec 2012 at 9:38 pm

    Do such passion still exist in today’s world.. As for\to a lover and unto the Beloved..? Sigh!

  13. cherieon 20 Apr 2014 at 2:28 am

    I think that he left his lover. He left his lover a dead thing, a bird without wings. Love is still with the lover.

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