Rowan
@rowan2057.bsky.social
A doctor with an interest in Long COVID, ME/CFS, hormones, nutrition, and complex chronic diseases.
O love, you are the moon,
and I am like the sea
yearning for you,
Your locks steal hearts,
and your smiling lips do too
Rumi
. چون ماه تو شد جان من اندر لب خندان
ای عشق تو ماهی و من از تو چو دریا
با زلف تو دل میبرد و با لب خندان
مولانا رومى
January 4, 2025 at 2:25 PM
O love, you are the moon,
and I am like the sea
yearning for you,
Your locks steal hearts,
and your smiling lips do too
Rumi
. چون ماه تو شد جان من اندر لب خندان
ای عشق تو ماهی و من از تو چو دریا
با زلف تو دل میبرد و با لب خندان
مولانا رومى
گل میان بستان شد ز ماه تابان روشن
چون جمال جانان شد باغ جان و جانان روشن
مولاناى رومى
December 13, 2024 at 3:03 AM
گل میان بستان شد ز ماه تابان روشن
چون جمال جانان شد باغ جان و جانان روشن
مولاناى رومى
“The garden bloomed, lit by the shining moon,
Like the face of the Beloved, making soul and heart swoon.”
Rumi
December 13, 2024 at 3:01 AM
“The garden bloomed, lit by the shining moon,
Like the face of the Beloved, making soul and heart swoon.”
Rumi
Original Persian:
بیا بیا که مرا با تو ماجراها هست
ز دفترِ حُسن تو اوراقی در حیاها هست
گلِ وجودِ تو روزی کِتابِ هستی گشود
که از نسیمِ مُرادش هزار تا گل رُست
مولانا رومی
December 10, 2024 at 3:53 AM
Original Persian:
بیا بیا که مرا با تو ماجراها هست
ز دفترِ حُسن تو اوراقی در حیاها هست
گلِ وجودِ تو روزی کِتابِ هستی گشود
که از نسیمِ مُرادش هزار تا گل رُست
مولانا رومی
Come, come, for I have tales to tell with you,
From the book of your beauty, pages of modesty bloom.
The rose of your being one day opened life’s book,
From its breeze of desire, a thousand roses grew
Rumi
December 10, 2024 at 2:32 AM
Come, come, for I have tales to tell with you,
From the book of your beauty, pages of modesty bloom.
The rose of your being one day opened life’s book,
From its breeze of desire, a thousand roses grew
Rumi
How many millions of times have we walked past a droplet of water clinging to a blade of grass, never pausing to notice its simple, quiet, and fragile beauty?
December 8, 2024 at 1:44 PM
How many millions of times have we walked past a droplet of water clinging to a blade of grass, never pausing to notice its simple, quiet, and fragile beauty?
Look at me with your radiant eyes
Without your gaze, my heart is blind. Rumi
December 5, 2024 at 10:20 AM
Look at me with your radiant eyes
Without your gaze, my heart is blind. Rumi
Hallstatt, Austria 🇦🇹
November 26, 2024 at 1:13 PM
Hallstatt, Austria 🇦🇹
