A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
Suddenly
(yet somehow unexpected)
he arrived
the guest…
the heart trembling
“Who’s there?”
and soul responding
“The Moon…”
came into the house
and we lunatics
ran into the street
stared up
looking
for the moon.
Then-inside the house-
he cried out
“Here I am!”
and we
beyond earshot
running around
calling him…
crying for him
for the drunken nightingale
locked lamenting
in our garden
while we
mourning ring doves
murmured “Where
where?”
As if at midnight
the sleepers bolt upright
in their beds
hearing a thief
break into the house
in the darkness
they stumble about
crying “Help!
A thief! A thief!”
but the burglar himself
mingles in the confusion
echoing their cries:
“…a thief ! Â “
By : Rumi
