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.
– Poetic version by Jonathan Star and Shahram Shiva
“A Garden Beyond Paradise – The Mystical Poetry of Rumi”
Bantam Books, 1992