prayer- the divine gift..

At the time of evening prayer

everyone spreads cloth and candles,

But I dream of my beloved,

see, lamenting, grieved, his phantom.

My ablution is with weeping,

thus my prayer will be fiery,

And I burn the mosque's doorway

when my call to prayer strikes it...

Is the prayer of the drunken,

tell me, is this prayer valid?

For he does not know the timing

and is not aware of places.

Did I pray for two full cycles?

Or is this perhaps the eighth one?

And which Sura did I utter?

For I have no tongue to speak it.

At God's door- how could I knock now,

For I have no hand or heart now?

You have carried heart and hand, God!

Grant me safety, God forgive me...

Rumi