in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!
The darling sewed up my eyes so that I might not see other than him,
so that suddenly I opened my eyes on his face.
My soul fought with me saying, “Do not pain me”;
I said, “Take your divorce.” She said, “Grant it”; I granted it.
When my mother saw on my cheek the brand of your love she cut my umbilical cord on that,
the moment I was born.
If I travel to heaven and read the Tablet of the Unseen,
O you who are my soul’s salvation, without you how I am ruined!
When you cast aside the veil the dead become alive;
the light of your face reminded me of the Covenant of Alast.
When I became lost, O soul, through love of the king of the peris,
hidden from self and creatures, I am as if peri-born myself.
I said to the Tabriz of Shams-e Din, “O body, what are you?” Body said, “Earth”;
Soul said, “I am distraught like the wind.”
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi