Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly. – Rumi

The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that way with me. Or, alternately translated, Union is a raging river running toward the sea. Tonight the moon kisses the stars. O beloved, be like that to me. – Rumi

This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I’ll be completely sober. – Rumi

You go from village to village on your horse asking everyone, Has anyone seen my horse? – Rumi