Black_Chemist

If the image of our Beloved is in the
heathen temple.

Then it is flagrant error to walk round
the Ka’ba.

If in the Ka’ba His fragrance is not
present.

Then it is but a synagogue.

And if in the synagogue we sense the
fragrance of union with Him.

Then that synagogue is our Ka’ba.

What is to be done, Muslims? I, myself,
do not know.

I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither
Magian nor Muslim.

I am not from east or west, not from
land or sea.

I am not from the quarries of nature
not from the spheres of heaven.

I am not of earth, not of water, not of
air, not of fire.

I am not from India, not from China,
not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin.

I am not from the kingdom of the two
Iraqs. I am not from the land of Khurasan.

My place is placeless, my trace is
traceless.

No body no soul, I am from the soul of
souls.

From: Matsnawi
Jallaludin Rumi