I looked in temples, churches, and mosques. But I found the Divine within my heart. - Rumi

كان لديه الإناء ولم يحصل على الماء، ولما حصل على الماء انكسر الإناء.

أيها القلب! لماذا أنت أسير لهذا الهيكل الترابي الزائل؟
ألا فلتنطلق خارج تلك الحظيرة، فإنك طائر من عالم الروح.
إنك رفيق خلوة الدلال، والمقيم وراء ستر الأسرار
فكيف تجعل مقامك في هذا القرار الفاني؟
انظر إلى حالك واخرج منها وارتحل
من حبس عالم الصورة إلى مروج عالم المعاني
إنك طائر العالم القدسي، نديم المجلس الأنسي
فمن الحيف أن تظل باقياً في هذا المقام ~

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.
That's fine with us. Every morning
We glow and in the evening we glow again.