The springtime of Lovers has come, <br />that this dust bowl may become a garden; <br />the proclamation of heaven has come, <br />that the bird of the soul may rise in flight. <br />The sea becomes full of pearls, <br />the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar, <br />the stone becomes a ruby from the mine, <br />the body becomes wholly soul.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-springtime-of-lovers-has-come/
