We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; <br />we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee. <br /> <br />We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat: <br />our victory and defeat is from thee, <br />O thou whose qualities are comely! <br /> <br />Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls, <br />that we should remain in being beside thee? <br /> <br />We and our existences are really non-existence; <br />thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable. <br /> <br />We all are lions, but lions on a banner: <br />because of the wind they are rushing <br />onward from moment to moment. <br /> <br />Their onward rush is visible, <br />and the wind is unseen: <br />may that which is unseen not fail from us! <br /> <br />Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift; <br />our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-as-the-flute/
