One day I feel confused and down, the next I can reach the sky without you I am never calm.
In your absence people ridicule me, but when you come I don't mind what they think or say.
I refuse to feast or be merry without my Beloved.
However he appears, I will follow. If he comes as a cup-bearer, I'll become one too if he comes as an ascetic, I'll become a pious pilgrim.
If he pretends to be a madman, I'll become a perfect fool if he tries to escape, I will become a mighty hunter.
Yet when I complain about my sleepless nights he mocks me and says I do not pray enough, when I ask him for a favor he sends me off.
What am I to do but surrender to the will of my Beloved
~ Rumi (Surrender to the will of my Beloved) |
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