You Worry TOO MUCH

You say, I am your moon-faced beauty. Of the cycles of the moon and
passing of the years,
why do you worry? You say, I am your
source of passion,
I excite you. Of playing into the Devils hand,
why do you worry? Oh soul,
you worry too much. Look at yourself,
what you have become. You are now a field of
sugar canes,
why show that sour face to me? You say that I keep you warm inside. Then why th

is cold sigh? You have gone to the
roof of heavens. Of this world of dust,
why do you worry? Your arms are heavy
with treasures of all kinds. You are Joseph,
beautiful, strong,
steadfast in your belief,
all of Egypt has become drunk
because of you. Of those who are blind to your beauty,
and deaf to your songs,
why do you worry? You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your
golden wings. Of anything less,
why do you worry? You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul. You are the security,
the shelter of the spirit of Lovers. Oh the sultan of sultans,
of any other king,
why do you worry? Be silent, like a fish,
and go into that pleasant sea. You are in deep waters now,
of life’s blazing fire. Why do you worry?

~Rumi