Peace, one and all…
If you don’t see the hidden River,
see how the waterwheel of stars continually turns.
If the heavens receive no rest from being moved by Love,
heart, don’t ask for rest – be a circling star.
Do you think God lets you cling to any branch?
Wherever you make an attachment, it will be broken.
Before God everything is like a ball,
subjected to and prostrating before the bat.
How should you, O my heart,
being only one of a hundred billion particles,
not be in restless movement at Love’s command?
Masnavi 6.913-915; 926-927.