Look! The camel driver has risen, The caravan is about to leave,
He says, “Forgive me for waking you …
But why, O pilgrim, are you asleep?
Before you and behind you
The camel-bells are ringing.
It’s time to go.
With each passing moment
A soul sets off to find itself
From the stars,
Suspended like candles
From the blue vault of heaven,
Wondrous souls have appeared
And the Unseen has revealed itself.
~ Rumi |
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