“If wheat springs from my dust when I am dead…
And from the grain that grows there you bake your bread.
What drunkenness will rise and overthrow,
with frenzied love, the baker and his dough,
it’s a tipsy song his ovens sing!”
– Jalal al-Din Rumi
“If wheat springs from my dust when I am dead…
And from the grain that grows there you bake your bread.
What drunkenness will rise and overthrow,
with frenzied love, the baker and his dough,
it’s a tipsy song his ovens sing!”
– Jalal al-Din Rumi