Tear Off that Mask...Your face is glorious!

I only speak of the Sun

because the Sun is my Beloved 

I worship even the dust at His feet.

I am not a night-lover and do not praise sleep

I am the messenger of the Sun !

Secretly I will ask Him and pass the answers to you.

Like the Sun I shine on those who are forsaken

I may look drunk and disheveled but I speak the Truth.

Tear off the mask, your face is glorious,

your heart may be cold as stone but

I will warm it with my raging fire.

No longer will I speak of sunsets or rising Moons,

I will bring you love's wine

for I am born of the Sun

I am a King !

~ Rumi

Ghazal (Ode) 1621

Translated by Azima Melita Kolin

and Maryam Mafi