You bind me, and I tear away ...by Rumi

You bind me,
and I tear away
in a rage to open out
into air,

A round brightness, a candle point,
all reason, all love.

This confusing joy, your doing,
this hangover, your tender thorn.

You turn to look, I turn.
I'm not saying this right.

I am a jailed crazy
who ties up spirit-women.
I am Solomon.

What goes comes back.
Come back.
We never left each other.

A disbeliever hides disbelief,
but I will say his secret.

More and more awake,
getting up at night,
spinning and falling
with love for Beloved.

~ Rumi
-- Coleman Barks
"The Essential Rumi"
HarperSanFrancisco, 1995