Rumi's Masnavi - I make the dust of sorrow a salve for mine eye, that the two seas of mine eyes may be filled with pearls.

I make the dust of sorrow a salve for mine eye, that the two seas of mine eyes may be filled with pearls.

خاک غم را سرمه سازم بهر چشم ** تا ز گوهر پر شود دو بحر چشم‌‌

The tears which people shed for His sake are pearls—and people think they are tears. 1780

اشک کان از بهر او بارند خلق ** گوهر است و اشک پندارند خلق‌‌

I am complaining of the Soul of the soul, (but in truth) I am not complaining: I am (only) relating.

من ز جان جان شکایت می‌‌کنم ** من نیم شاکی روایت می‌‌کنم‌‌

My heart is saying, “I am tormented by Him,” and I have (long) been laughing at its poor pretence.

دل همی‌‌گوید کز او رنجیده‌‌ام ** وز نفاق سست می‌‌خندیده‌‌ام‌‌

Do (me) right, O glory of the righteous, O Thou who art the dais, and I the threshold of Thy door!

راستی کن ای تو فخر راستان ** ای تو صدر و من درت را آستان‌‌

Where are threshold and dais in reality? In the quarter where our Beloved is, where are “we” and “I”?

آستان و صدر در معنی کجاست ** ما و من کو آن طرف کان یار ماست‌‌

O Thou whose soul is free from “we” and “I,” O Thou who art the subtle essence of the spirit in man and woman, 1785

ای رهیده جان تو از ما و من ** ای لطیفه‌‌ی روح اندر مرد و زن‌‌

When man and woman become one, Thou art that One; when the units are wiped out, lo, Thou art that (Unity).

مرد و زن چون یک شود آن یک تویی ** چون که یک جا محو شد آنک تویی‌‌

Thou didst contrive this “I” and “we” in order that Thou mightst play the game of worship with Thyself,

این من و ما بهر آن بر ساختی ** تا تو با خود نرد خدمت باختی‌‌

That all “I's” and “thou's” should become one soul and at last should be submerged in the Beloved.

تا من و توها همه یک جان شوند ** عاقبت مستغرق جانان شوند