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’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there.

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

Author: Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.<br />Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?<br />I have no idea.<br />My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there.<br /> <br />Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?<br />I cannot stop asking.<br />If I could taste one sip of an answer,<br />I could break out of this prison for drunks.<br />I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.<br />Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home. - Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi



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