From The Soul of Rumi

Because of Willfulness
People sit in jail
The trapped bird's wings are tied
Fish sizzle in the skillet

You've seen a magistrate
Inflict visisble punishment
Now see the invisisble
If you could leave your selfishness

You would see how
You've been torturing you soul
We are born and live inside
Black water is a well

How could we know
What an open field of sunlight is?
Don't insist on going
Where you think you want to go

Ask the way to the spring
Your living pieces
Will form harmony
There is a moving palace
That floats in the air

With balconies and
Clear water flowing through
Infinity everywhere
Yet contained under a single tent

From the soul of Rumi, 800 years ago......