O Thou that helpest every moment a hundred helpless like me.

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I rocked to and fro that the child, my heart, might become still; A child sleeps when one sways the cradle. Give my heart-babe milk, relieve us from its weeping, O Thou that helpest every moment a hundred helpless like me.

Source Rûmî, Divan (Davis), “I Am Silent” / “A Cry to the Beloved” · 📖 Read the full passage

✨ To meditate on today

According to Rumi, the heart is like a little child who cries: it is soothed by rocking, and it is God, “Thou that helpest every moment a hundred helpless,” who gives it the milk that comforts. Today, when your heart is restless, treat it with the gentleness one has for a child: slow down, speak to yourself tenderly, and entrust it to God in a short prayer.

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