A beggar smiled at me and offered me alms
In a dream last night, my heart sprang with delight.
His beauty and grace which shone from his tattered
Presence took me by storm until I woke at dawn.
His poverty was riches, it covered my body in silk.
In that dream I heard the beckoning sighs of lovers,
I heard soft cries of agonized joy saying: “Take this,
Dring and be complete!” I saw before me a ring
Jewelled in poverty and then it nested on my ear.
From the root of my surging soul a hundred tremors
Rose as I was taken and pinned down by the surging sea.
Then heaven groaned with bliss and made a beggar of me.
Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi