Without You...by Rumi

Without you....

I planted roses, 
but without you 
they were thorns. 

I hatched peacock eggs.
Snakes were inside.

Played the harp,
sour music.

I went to the eighth heaven.
It was the lowest hell.

~ Rumi
(Without You)
Version by Coleman Barks
and John Moyne
Unseen Rain
Quatrains of Rumi
Threshold Books, 1986