Rumi

Last night I gave a star a message for you.

On my knees I begged her to tell you

how much I pray that you turn my stony heart

golden with your radiance.

I bared my chest to show my wounds and

asked her to tell you that if I sway this way and that

it's because I need to calm the infant of my heart,

for babies sleep when rocked in their cradle.

My beloved, my heart was your always

nurse it like a child, save it from wandering.

How long will you keep me in exile?

I will be quiet now but even in my silence

my heart will long for the glance of your grace.