spinning and falling with love for My Beloved . ~ 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 My Beloved .

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