I Am a Sculptor
I am a sculptor, a molder of form. In every moment I shape an idol. But then, in front of you, I melt them down I can rouse a hundred forms and fill them with spirit, but when I look into your face, I want to throw them in the fire. My souls spills into yours and is blended. Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance, I cherish it. Every drop of blood I spill informs the earth, I merge with my Beloved when I participate in love. In this house of mud and water, my heart has fallen to ruins. Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.
I Am a Sculptor - meaning Summary
Longing for Spiritual Union
Rumi presents the speaker as a maker of forms who dissolves all crafted idols when faced with the Beloved. The poem contrasts imaginative creation with a deeper spiritual longing: temporary shapes and offerings are worthless beside direct union. The speaker’s soul and blood testify to sacrificial devotion, seeking fusion rather than representation. The closing plea — either the Beloved enters or the speaker departs — expresses desire for transformative, intimate union.
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