mâine va fi mai bine

mâine va fi mai bine va ninge iar

ne vom pune frunze din pânze pe ochi

vom juca hora neputinței 

if you’d be so kind to start it 

ne vom dezbrăca sufletele până la nimic

până la lumină 

ce ticuri absurde au unii cu scrisul 

atunci când se plictisesc

Talking in the Night by Rumi

"In the middle of the night,
I cried out,
"Who lives in this love
I have?"
You said, “I do, but I’m not here
alone. Why are these other images
with me?”
I said, “They are reflections of you,
just as the beautiful inhabitants of Chigil
in Turkestan resemble each other.”
You said, "But who is this other living
being?”
"That is my wounded soul"
Then I brought that soul
to you as a prisoner.
“This one is dangerous,”
I said. “Don’t let him off easy.”
You winked and gave me one end
of a delicate thread.
“Pull it tight,
but don’t break it.”
I reached my hand
to touch you. You struck it down.
“Why are you so harsh with me?”

"For good reason. But certainly not
to keep you away! Whoever enters this place
saying Here I am must be slapped.
This is not a pen for sheep.
There are no separating distances here.
This is love's sanctuary.
Saladin is how the soul looks.
Rub your eyes,
and look again with love at love.”