Rumi 09: “He comes, a moon whose like the sky ne’er saw,

“He comes, a moon whose like the sky ne’er saw, awake or dreaming,

Crowned with eternal flame no flood can lay.

Lo, from the flagon of Thy love, O Lord, my soul is swimming,

And ruined all my body’s house of clay.

When first the Giver of the grape my lonely heart befriended,

Wine fired my bosom and my veins filled up,

But when His image all mine eye possessed, a voice descended,

‘Well done, O sovereign Wine and peerless Cup!’”