For sixty years I have been forgetful,
every minute, but not for a second
has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed,
I deserve nothing. Today I recognize
that I am the guest the mystics talk about.
I play this living music for my host.
everything today is for the host.
I saw you last night in the gathering,
but could not take you openly im my arms,
so I put my lips next to your cheek,
pretending to talk privately.
The Music By Rumi (Jelaluddin Balkhi)