Once more,
Love is pouring down my ceiling
and my walls.
Once more,
it’s the night of the full moon–
it’s the moment for madness.
All my vast knowledge
cannot rescue me now.
Once more,
Insomnia stole my patience.
Rain washed away my intellect.
The Lover made me lose my profession.
What good is my work anyway?
Once more, rise, rise, rise…
— Rumi