Who say words with my mouth
de Jelaluddin Rumi(2009)
1 min lectură
Mediu
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I\'m sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I\'ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I\'m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn\'t come here of my own accord, and I can\'t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
This poetry, I never know what I\'m going to say.
I don\'t plan it.
When I\'m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.