My verse resembles the bread of Egypt-night passes over it, and you cannot eat it any more.
Devour it the moment it is fresh, before the dust settles upon it.
Its place is the warm climate of the heart; in this world it dies of cold.
Like a fish it quivered for an instant on dry land, another moment and you see it is cold.
Even if you eat it imagining it is fresh, it is necessary to conjure up many images.
What you drink is really your own imagination; it is no old tale, my good man.
"Rumi is one of the world’s greatest lyrical poets in any language-as well as probably the most accessible and approachable representative of Islamic civilization for Western students."-James W. Morris, Oberlin College