Molaana RUMI

 O heart! Beyond the veil of your soul

there are hidden people. Because of the

pain of the blade of oneness, they are all

life and yet they are without life.

As much as you think, you cannot talk

about their defects and merits. Enter in the

religion of selflessness, because they are

such selfless relatives. They think from such

oceans and they churn like the oceans.

Even though they are silent; they are wise

and all knowing. In that ocean filled with

corals they are as one spirited creed.

Beyond the worlds, whirling dome they are

riding the Boragh's of soul.

Oh obedient dervish! Become light hearted

as fast as possible and sit in amongst

the men's gatherings, because they are all

roguish .... They are kings, drunk and

without self, even though they are earthlings,

they are king and sultans.

They spill out gold from the treasure of Love...

they are devotee's of Shams of Tabriz ...

they are the mine of Rubi and Safire ...

they are the pillars of the mine of Soul. "