My heart, sits only with those

who know and understand you.

Sit only under a tree

that is full and blossoms.

In the bazaar of hopes and potions

don't wander aimlessly

find a shop with a potion that is sweet

if you don't have a measure

people will rob you in no time.

You will take counterfeit coins

thinking they are real

don't fill your bowl with food from

every boiling pot you see.

Not every joke is humorous, so don't search

for meaning there isn't one.

Not every eye can see,

not every sea is full or pearls.

My heart, sing a song of longing

like nightingale

The sound of your voice cast a spell

on every stone, on every thorn.

First, lay down your head

then one by one

let go af all distractions.

Embrace the light and let it guide you

beyond the winds of desire.

There you will find a spring and nourished by its sea waters

like a tree you will bear fruit forever.

Rumi : The Hidden Music