Thou who art my soul's comfort in the season of sorrow.

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Thou who art my soul's comfort in the season of sorrow, Thou who art my spirit's treasure in the bitterness of dearth! That which the imagination has not conceived, that which the understanding has not seen, Visited my soul from Thee; hence in worship I turn toward Thee.

Source Rûmî, Divan (Davis), “The Beloved the Divine Consoler” · 📖 Read the full passage

✨ To meditate on today

According to Rumi, God comforts the soul even in seasons of sorrow and want, and what it receives from Him surpasses all that the imagination could conceive. Today, if a moment weighs on you, turn to Him in silence and gently repeat: “Thou who art my soul’s comfort.”

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