Who is this? Who is the beauty who has arrived sweetly?
Who has arrived at our house drunken with shoes under arms.
By way of trickery came that ruby-lipped asking for fire.
Who does he intend to burn this time, I wonder.
He has come alone.
O come! You the source of fire, come! How could you ask us for fire?
By God this is another trick, O you who have arrived so unexpectedly.

Rumi, from Divan

You play with the great globe of union,
you that see everyone so clearly
and cannot be seen.

Even universal intelligence gets
blurry when it thinks you may leave.
You came here alone, but you create
hundreds of new worlds.

Spring is a peacock flirting with
revelation. The rose gardens flame.
Ocean enters the boat.

I throw it all away,
except this love for Shams.

Rumi