The illumined Soul

Never for a moment did he cease from listening to music and dancing;
Never did he rest by day or night.

He had been a mufti: he became a poet.
He had been an ascetic: he became intoxicated by Love.
'Twas not the wine of grape: the illumined soul drinks only the wine of light!

Rubayat, Rumi

Does thou suppose
I do as I command,

Or, as the moment goes,
I am in my own hand?

As a pen I lie
Before my scrivener,
Or like a ball am, I
My mallet's prisoner

Rubayat, Rumi

Love came and went again,
Like blood within my flesh and vein;
From self Love set me free
And with the Friend completed me.

Only remains my name;
My beings every particle
The Friend took for His claim,
And so the Friend became my whole