Rumi's Song

I am lost, O Love
Possessed and dazed, Love’s fool am I
They call me first among the crazed
Though I once came first, for wit and worth.
O Love, who sellest me this wine
O Love for whom I burn and bleed
Love for whom I cry and pine
Thou the Piper, I the reed.
If Thou wishest me to live
Through me blow Thy holy breath
The touch of Jesus Thou wilt give to me
Who’ve lain an age in death.
Thou both End and Origin
Thou without and Thou within
From every eye Thou hidest well
And yet in every eye dost dwell.*
He was like a bird
With broken wings, but he had the song
And it kept him going
Onward to his one true Love.**
I am lost, O Love
Possessed and dazed, Love’s fool am I