The Lover is ever drunk with love;
He is free, he is mad,
He dances with ecstasy and delight.
Caught by our own thoughts,
we worry about every little thing,
But once we get drunk on that love,
Whatever will be, will be.
Rumi
– Poetic version by Jonathan Star and Shahram Shiva
“A Garden Beyond Paradise – The Mystical Poetry of Rumi”
Bantam Books, 1992
let me add what I have by Rumi on this subject. Hope you don’t mind other’s adding to this site 🙂
I am hopelessly in love with you,
no point giving me advice.
I have drunk love’s poison,
no point taking any remedy.
They want to chain my feet
but
it is my heart that has gone mad.