Here I Am

Suddenly (yet somehow unexpected) he arrived, the guest... The heart trembling "Who's there?" and soul responding "The Moon..." Came into the house and we lunatics ran into the street stared up looking for the moon.
Then-inside the house-he cried out "Here I am!" and we beyond earshot running around calling him... Crying for him for the drunken nightingale locked lamenting in our garden while we mourning ring doves murmured "Where, where?"
As if at midnight the sleepers bolt upright in their beds hearing a thief break into the house in the darkness they stumble about crying "Help! A thief! A thief!" But the burglar himself mingles in the confusion echoing their cries: "...a thief!" till one cry melts with the others.
And He is with you with you in your search when you seek Him look for Him in your looking closer to you than yourself to yourself: Why run outside? Melt like snow. Wash yourself with yourself: urged by Love tongues sprout from the soul like stame from the lily... But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue.
Diwan-e Shams, B.FURUZANFAR, P. 2172 (translated by Peter L. Wilson) The Rumi Collection, edited by Kabir Helminski