Photo by Emily O'Dell
I’m sick of mortal kings.
I long to see your light.
With lamps in hand
the sheiks and mullahs roam
the dark alleys of these towns
not finding what they seek.
You are the Essence of the Essence,
The intoxication of Love.
I long to sing your praises,
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart.
— Rumi
