There is only one way to win him....by Rumi

Reason says,I will win him with my eloquence
Love says,I will win him with my silence
Soul says,how can I ever win him

When all I have is already his
...He does not want, he does not worry
He does not seek a sublime state of euphoria
How then can I win him

With sweet wine or gold
He is not bound by the senses
How then can I win him
With all the riches of China
He is an angel
Though he appears in the form of a man

Even angels cannot
fly in his presence
How then can I win him
By assuming a heavenly form

He flies on the wings of God
His food is pure light
How then can I win him

With a loaf of baked bread
He is neither a merchant, nor a tradesman
How then can I win him

With a plan of great profit
He is not blind, nor easily fooled
How then can I win him

By lying in bed as if gravely ill
I will go mad, pull out my hair
Grind my face in the dirt

How will this win him
He sees everything
How can I ever fool him

He is not a seeker of fame
A prince addicted to the praise of poets
How then can I win him

With flowing rhymes and poetic verses
The glory of his unseen form
Fills the whole universe

How then can I win him
With a mere promise of paradise
I may cover the earth with roses

I may fill the ocean with tears
I may shake the
heavens with praises
None of this will win him

There is
only one way to win him
This Beloved of mine
Become his

~ Rumi