Cry out all your grief, your
disappointments! Say them in
Farsi, then Greek. It doesn't
matter whether you're from Rum
or Arabia. Praise the beauty
and kindness praised by every
living being. You hurt and have
sharp desire, yet your presence
is a healing calm. Sun, moon,
bonfire, candle, which? Someone
says your flame is about to be
dowsed, but you're not smoke or
fire. You're infinitely more
alive. Say how that is! This
fluttering love will not stay
much longer in my chest. Soon it
will fly like a falcon to its
master, like a owl saying HU.
~ Rumi
from The Soul of Rumi
translation by Coleman Barks
