He plays a beautiful tune, I dance to it;
Love plays a new game on me every instant.
he teases me sometimes:‘go sit in a corner!’
Just as I sit in the corner, he calls me back.
Today, he is going to fly me like a hawk again;
What does he want to capture by me?
who does he want me to go after?
I am as generous as thunder, as talkative as the cloud;
Raindrops fall when he embraces me.
My cloud is generous because it partakes of his sea;
I know not on whom he shall make me rain.
When he makes me rain, it is never in vain;
For he lets me, then, live in a hundred plants.
~~RUMI