You who are not kept anxiously awake for love's sake, sleep on. <br />In restless search for that river, we hurry along; <br />you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on. <br />Love's place is out beyond the many separate sects; <br />since you love choosing and excluding, sleep on. <br />Love's dawn cup is our sunrise, his dusk our supper; <br />you whose longing is for sweets and whose passion is for supper, sleep on. <br />In search of the philosopher's stone, we are melting like copper; <br />you whose philosopher's stone is cushion and pillow, sleep on. <br />I have abandoned hope for my brain and head; you who wish for <br />a clear head and fresh brain, sleep on. <br />I have torn speech like a tattered robe and let words go; <br />you who are still dressed in your clothes, sleep on.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghazal-314/
