Love is saying very softly into my ear,
“To be a prey is better than to be a hunter!
Be my fool and be a deluded one
Renounce the high position of the sun, become a speck of dust!
Become a dweller at My door and be homeless
Do not pretend to be a candle, be a moth”
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273 )