the soulful poem of Rumi - Not a food Sake, A Reed Flute

 

You that add soul to my soul, who 

hear my night grief, timely,

Unlikely fire in every grain of my

being, mountain sound harmonizing

with my song, magnet for Fonn, you

have none with your joy I live

my entire life in a small valley

without you, every natural pleasure,

of tasting, of intelligence of

being outdoors, become a heavy

wooden hobble tied to my feet. I

untie it and see it immediately

there again. Tonight is a night

when grace gives me a love book to 

read. I empty out whatever blocks

a clear note, Not a food sack,

I'm a reed Flute. There is no cure

for this soul but you, Averroes