When I fell in love with rumi I was only eighteen ………..
That was the first time ever I got absorbed into his poetry ….. although I should say I knew him long before that …but somehow at that age I started to soak everything in ………..

The following is the poem of his that I read at that young age. It made me want to never let go of his poetry ………..this is my one and only poem of his that I can not get enough of ………..

when I read this poem in farsi it has more music to it as in English and if I could I would translate many things that are missing in this translation ….but I can’t………

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

rumi