I have come so that,  Tugging your ear,  I may draw you to me, 
unheart and unself you,  plant you in my heart and soul.  
Rosebush, 
 I have come a sweet springtide unto you,  to seize you very gently in my embrace and squeeze you.  
I have come to adorn you in this worldly abode, 
 to convey you above the skies like lovers' prayers.  
I have come because you stole a kiss from an idol fair; 
 give it  back with a glad heart, master,  for I will seize you back.  
What is a mere rose? 
 You are the All,  you are the speaker of  the command "Say" .  If no one else knows you, since you are I, I know you.  
You are my soul and spirit, 
 you are my Fatiha-chanter ,  become altogether the Fatiha, so that I may chant you in my heart.  
You are my quarry and game, 
 though you have sprung from the snare;  return to the snare, and if you will not, I will drive you.  
The lion said to me, "You are a wonderous deer; be gone! 
 Why do you run in my wake so swiftly?  I will tear you to pieces."  
Accept my blow, and advance like a hero's shield;  
give your ear to naught but the bowstring, 
 that I may bend you like a bow.  
So many thousand stages there are from earth's bounds to man; 
 I have brought you from city to city,  I will not leave you by the roadside.  
Say nothing, froth not, do not raise the lid of the cauldron;  
simmer well, and be patient, for I am cooking you. 
  
No, for you are a lion's whelp hidden in a deer's body: 
 I will  cause you suddenly to transcend the deer's veil.  
You are my ball, and you run in the curved mallet of my decree; 
 though I am making you to run, I am still running in your track.  
 ~ Rumi  | 
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