The Dust Of His Path

Last night I vowed anew, I swore an oath by your life, that I would never remove my eyes from your face;
If You smite with the sword, I will not turn from You. I will not seek the cure from any other, because my pain is of separation from You.
If You should cast me into the fire, I am no true man if I utter a sigh. I rose from your path like dust; now I return to the dust of your path.

Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi (Mystical poems of Rumi- A.J. Arberry)