"In my hallucination, I saw my Beloved's flower garden, in my vertigo, in my dizziness, in my drunken haze, whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel. I saw myself as the source of existence. I was there in the beginning and I was the spirit of love. Now I am sober. There is only the hangover and the memory of love, and only the sorrow. I yearn for happiness. I ask for help. I want mercy and my love says: Look at me and hear me, because I am here just for that. I am your Moon and your moonlight too. I am your flower garden and your water too. I have come all this way, eager for you, without shoes or shawl. I want you to laugh, to kill all your worries, to love you, to nourish you. Sweet bitterness, I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses, I, too, have been covered with thorns." / Rumi.