Because I cannot sleep <br />I make music at night. <br />I am troubled by the one <br />whose face has the color of spring flowers. <br />I have neither sleep nor patience, <br />neither a good reputation nor disgrace. <br />A thousand robes of wisdom are gone. <br />All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away. <br />The heart and the mind are left angry with each other. <br />The stars and the moon are envious of each other. <br />Because of this alienation the physical universe <br />is getting tighter and tighter. <br />The moon says, 'How long will I remain <br />suspended without a sun?' <br />Without Love's jewel inside of me, <br />let the bazaar of my existence be destroyed stone by stone. <br />O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names, <br />You who know how to pour the wine <br />into the chalice of the body, <br />You who give culture to a thousand cultures, <br />You who are faceless but have a thousand faces, <br />O Love, You who shape the faces <br />of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris, <br />give me a glass from Your bottle, <br />or a handful of being from Your Branch. <br />Remove the cork once more. <br />Then we'll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves, <br />and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play. <br />Then the addict will be freed of craving. <br />and will be resurrected, <br />and stand in awe till Judgement Day.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-i-cannot-sleep/
