

you are the essence of the sun.
i'm only the shadow of the willow tree
when you shine down upon my head,
i get shorter, melt and disappear.
my heart found the spark of life,
then split wide open.
my heart found your satin
and gave up this worn, patched cloth.
the embodied soul
was talking about glances and vision
in the early dawn.
i was but a slave who became a landholder
and then turned into a sultan who has everything
~Rumi