I Met One Traveling

In the evening between sleep and awakening,
I met one traveling. He was the light of

consciousness. His body was soul, his pure
wisdom apparent in his beautiful face. He

praises me for a while, then scolds, “You
sit on the seven-sky throne, in prison.

The sign of Gemini has set a table for you,
yet you stick your head down a drainhole

again. Essence is not nourished with food
and sleep. Do no one any harm in this

timefield of short crops where what you
sow comes up very quickly! You try to

accomplish things, to win, to reach goals.
This is not the true situation. Put the

whole world in ambition's stomach, it’ll
never be enough. Assume you get everything

you want. Assume you have it now. What's
the point? The next moment you die.

Friend, the youth you have lived is ending.
You sleep a drunken dreamless sleep with no

sense what morning you could wake inside.”


Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks