Tell me do you have a heart of fire?
Does all that you are burn on a pyre?
Tell me have you seen the Sweet One’s face
and fallen into ruin, shame and disgrace?
Tell me if you have – friend, draw near.
The fire grows stronger when two burn here.
Tell me have you heard a silence grow,
happy as an awkward, ugly old crow?
Tell me have you found your heart can sing
sweet as the nightingale of a king?
Tell me if you have – friend, draw near.
The fire grows stronger when two burn here.
Tell me have you heard all your ego’s moans,
and smiled at his cunning, his sticks and stones?
Tell me have you let your shadow know
you’re happy he follow wherever you go?
Tell me if you have – friend, draw near.
The fire grows stronger when two burn here.
Tell me have you heard Mevlana’s call
to the beat of your heart, its rise and fall?
Tell me have you caught a glimpse of the sun,
Shams-i Tabriz, that shimmering one?
Tell me if you have – friend, draw near.
The fire grows stronger when two burn here.
