Rumi：

It is the rainy season, I dig a canal;

In the hope of union I clap my hands.

The clouds are pregnant with drops from the sea of love;

I am pregnant with those clouds.

Don't say you are not a musician, clap your hands!

Come! I will teach you to become one.

雨季到了，我挖一條運河；

在希望結合的情況下我拍我的手。

雲孕育著來自愛之海的水滴；

我孕育著那些雲。

別說你不是音樂家，拍你的手！

來！我來教你變成一個。

So bright! Will you tell me whose house is that?

I love bright houses so!

Alas I hide my own water of life

As oil drops cover the surface of water.

那麼亮！你可願意告訴我那是誰的屋子？

我是那麼地熱愛明亮的屋子！

唉，我藏起自己的生命之水

就像油點掩蓋水的表面一樣。