Maula, Oh, Maula

Defeated, dejected.

This field beyond all shapes and ideas,

Beyond even dimension of dreams,

Where you and I, Rumi,

Drink heartily in my sleeps,

Can I believe my rueful voice

Is travelling in that space?

Don’t songs there of a dervish singing

Rever-be-rate?

Maula, Oh, Maula,

At your disposa, Maula.