At the Twilight

Rumi

At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
 
Then it landed on earth to look at me.
 
Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;
 
That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.
 
I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;
 
For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul.
 
The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;
 
The ship of my existence drowned in that sea.

A New Rule

It is the rule with drunkards to fall upon each other,
 to quarrel, become violent, and make a scene.
 The lover is even worse than a drunkard.
 I will tell you what love is: to enter a mine of gold.
 And what is that gold?
 
The lover is a king above all kings,
 unafraid of death, not at all interested in a golden crown.
 The dervish has a pearl concealed under his patched cloak.
 Why should he go begging door to door?
 
Last night that moon came along,
 drunk, dropping clothes in the street.
 “Get up,” I told my heart, “Give the soul a glass of wine.
 The moment has come to join the nightingale in the garden,
 to taste sugar with the soul-parrot.”
 
I have fallen, with my heart shattered -
 where else but on your path? And I
 broke your bowl, drunk, my idol, so drunk,
 don’t let me be harmed, take my hand.
 
A new rule a new law has been born:
 break all the glasses and fall toward the glassblower.