Rumi - He Who Brought Me Will Bring Me Home
Everyday I meditate upon this, and every night I groan Why is my own existence to myself the least known? Whence have I come, why this coming here? Where to must I go, when will my home to me be shown? I am in desperate awe, why was I ever created? For this, my creation, whatsoever was the reason? Whatever is of the celestial realm, of that I speak I am ready to go, my clothes are packed to be away thrown. Why, take me to the tavern of that mighty King I am drunk of that aroma, only by that wind... Sign in to see full entry.