The Spirit of Rumi appears and explains the mystery of the Ascension

Tumulutous love, indifferent to the city— for in the city’s clangour its flame dies—

seeks solitude in desert and mountain range or on the shore of an unbounded sea.

I, who saw among my friends none to confide in, rested a moment on the shore of the sea:

the sea, and the hour of the setting sun— the blue water was a liquid ruby in the gloaming.

Sunset gives to the blind man the joy of sight, sunset gives to evening the hue of dawn.

I held conversation with my heart; I had many desires, many requests—

a thing of the moment, unsharing immortality, a thing living, unsharing life itself,

thirsty, and yet far from the rim or the fountain, involuntarily I chanted this song.