Way back Home
My tears dry
I did not loose
My way back home
Manchmal denke ich, ich hätte meinen Weg verloren.
Und dann erkenne ich wieder, dass ich ihn nie verloren habe.
Who is this?
Who is the beauty who has arrived sweetly?
Who has arrived at our house drunken with shoes under arms.
By way of trickery came that ruby-lipped, asking for fire;
Who does he intend to burn this time, I wonder.
He has come alone.
O come! you the source of fire, come!
How could you ask us for fire?
By God this is another trick.
O you who have arrived so unexpectedly.
Dschalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
Thanks to Yvonne and Tobias for the Camel ;-)