When I am with you, I am your lofty sky, your placid sea.
You are anchored reality,
I am too created in this occupied body.
I am nothing but a mirror in your palm, reflecting the play of your fingers.
I am a beggar who has received the silver grace of Salah – al Din
which cools my constricted heart like a mountain stream.
He is the light, the glowing flame, illuminating the world, but who am I?
From the yearning curvature of my soul,
I know I am simply his bowl!
– Rumi – Divan 1397