You are drunk and i'm intoxicated no one is around showing us the way home
Again and again i told you drink less a cup or two
I know in this city no one is sober one is worse than the other one is frenzied and the other gone mad
Come on my friend step into the tavern of ruins taste the sweetness of life in the company of another friend
Here you'll see at every corner someone intoxicated and the cup-bearer makes her rounds
I went out of my house a drunkard came to me someone whose glance uncovered a hundred houses in paradise
rocking and rolling he was a sail with no anchor but he was the envy of all those sober ones remaining on the shore
Where are you from i asked he smiled in mockery and said one half from the east one half from the west one half made of water and earth one half made of heart and soul one half staying at the shores and one half nesting in a pearl
I begged take me as your friend i am your next of kin he said i recognize no kin among strangers
I left my belongings and entered this tavern i only have a chest full of words but can't utter a single one
~ Rumi Ghazal 2309 Translated by Nader Khalili Rumi, Fountain of Fire Cal-Earth, September 1994
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