Who Says Words With My Mouth

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I am sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.

The drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober.
Meanwhile I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words in my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes?
What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking. (- as king)
If I could taste one sip of the answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here on my own accord,
And I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to me home.

This poetry.
I never know what I am going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I am outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.


Writ tn by: Rumi
Written when: 13th century
Written where: Konya Turkey
Genre: Persain Poets
Translated by: Coleman Bark
Notes: I nearly copied and posted these words into this blog, but that would not have done justice to the Master and neither would that have been honourable.