The lover says, “It’s me.”
The beloved says, this is not the time for meeting as you are still raw!
Who can cook the raw, other than the fire of separation and distance?
Which will deliver him from this hypocrisy
The lover returns and for the whole year suffers being separated from the beloved and becomes ripe and cooked. He goes to the beloved and knocks on the door, full of fear and with proper manners.
The beloved asks, “Who are you? “
The lover says, “It’s you!”
Now that you are me, O, I, come in
as there is no room in this house for two “I”s (Rumi, Masnavi,
Book 1, Part 144)
Translated by Sherry Nabijou