There is one who teaches the moon
and the evening star their beauty.
Muslims, I am so mingled with that
that no one can mingle with me.
I was born of this love,
so now I hang from this branch.
Shadows are always changing, fleeing.
I feel that fear.
There is no peace except in full sun.
A voice says, Quick, the rope trick,
and, Where did the moth go?
When you hear that,
coil the rope and begin to climb.
Fly straight into the candle,
this burning so dear no coolness
can tempt us out of its flame...
Hazrat Jalal Udin Rumi ra
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