Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door. She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side. Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.
RumiDo not grieve over any joy that has gone forever, for it will return to you in another form, know that for sure.
RumiI am so small I can hardly be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, but they see enormous things.
Rumi