O lovers, lovers it is time <br />to set out from the world. <br />I hear a drum in my soul's ear <br />coming from the depths of the stars. <br />Our camel driver is at work; <br />the caravan is being readied. <br />He asks that we forgive him <br />for the disturbance he has caused us, <br />He asks why we travelers are asleep. <br />Everywhere the murmur of departure; <br />the stars, like candles <br />thrust at us from behind blue veils, <br />and as if to make the invisible plain, <br />a wondrous people have come forth.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovers-23/
