Na man behooda girde kocha wa bazaar megardam | Rumis Poem
Translation: No I am not roaming aimlessly, around your streets and bazaar, rather searching for his Beloved, - ever I am that kind of a lover. drunk with the wine of longing, around Beloved of mine is my strolling. God have mercy on me! troubled, here I am walking. I've done wrong and sinned, wounded am I walking around. Though your eyes see me drunk, look with your heart! lo! how sober I am.