I closed my eyes to creation when I beheld his beauty, I became <br />intoxicated with his beauty and bestowed my soul. <br />For the sake of Solomon’s seal I became wax in all my body, <br />and in order to become illumined I rubbed my wax. <br />I saw his opinion and cast away my own twisted opinion; I <br />became his reed pipe and likewise lamented on his lip. <br />He was in my hand, and blindly I groped for him with my <br />hand; I was in his hand, and yet I inquired of those who were <br />misinformed. <br />I must have been either a simpleton or drunk or mad that <br />fearfully I was stealing from my own gold. <br />Like a thief I crept through a crack in the wall into my own <br />vine, like a thief I gathered jasmine from my own garden. <br />Enough, do not twist my secret upon your fingertips, for I have <br />twisted off out of your twisted fist. <br />Shams-e Tabriz, from whom comes the light of moon and <br />stars–though I am grieving with sorrow for him, I am like the <br />crescent of the festival.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-closed-my-eyes-to-creation/
