O my God, our intoxicated eyes have blurred our vision.
Our burdens have been made heavy, forgive us.
You are hidden, and yet from East to West
You have filled the world with Your radiance,
Your light is more magnificent than sunrise or sunset,
and You are the inmost ground of consciousness,
revealing the secrets we hold.
You are an explosive force
causing our damned-up rivers to burst forth.
You whose Essence is hidden while Your gifts are visible,
You are like water and we are like millstones.
You are like wind and we are like dust.
The wind is hidden while the dust is plainly seen.
You are the invisible spring, and we are Your lush garden.
You are the spirit of life, and we are like hand and foot.
Spirit causes the hand to close and open.
You are intelligence, we are Your voice.
Your intelligence causes this tongue to speak.
You are joy, and we are laughter,
For we are the result of the blessing of Your joy.
All our movement is really a continual profession of faith,
and bears witness to Your eternal power.
just as the powerful turning of the millstone
professes faith in the river’s existence.
Dust settles upon my head and upon my metaphors
for You are beyond anything we can ever think or say!
Yet this servant can’t stop trying to express Your beauty
in every moment. Let my soul be Your carpet!
by Rumi (Mathnawi V:3307-3319)