|The lover's food is the love of the bread|
no bread need be at hand.
No one who is sincere in his love
is a slave to existence.
Lovers have nothing to do with existence
lovers have the interest without the capital.
Without wings they fly around the world
without hands they carry the polo ball from the field.
That Lover who caught the scent of Reality
used to weave baskets
even though his hands had been cut off.
Lovers have pitched their tents in nonexistence
they are of one quality and one essence,
as nonexistence is.
Mathnawi III: 3020-3024
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance"
Threshold Books, 1996