I Bow Down

Lesson 324: I Bow Down

I wave my hands like leaves, I whirl dancing like the moon;
My turning may seem earthly, but it is purer, far purer,
Than the turning of all the spheres of heaven.
You go on talking if you want; I'll pray to God for your soul,
When wild and drunk I bow down to Him each morning.

- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi

(Translated by Andrew Harvey from A Year of Rumi)