Come out here where the roses have opened.
Let Soul and World MEET.
The Sun has drawn a fine-tempered blade of light.
LAUGH at the ugly arrogance you see.
Weep for those seperated from the Friend.
The city seethes with rumor;
Some “madman” HAS ESCAPED THE PRISON!
Or is a revolution beginning?
What day is it?
Is this when all we have done and been will be publicly known?
With no thinking, and no emotion —
with no ideas about the soul, and no language —
these drums are saying how empty we are.
— Jalaludin Mevlana, “Rumi”