Sun and moon of mine, you’ve come. My sight, my hearing, you’ve come. Ecstasy, you’ve come. Eyes filled with sun, harvest of all my longing, you’ve come. Desert bandit, penance breaker, silver moon beloved, you’ve come. Lantern in hand, I searched for you last night. Today, you’re on my path, a bouquet of flowers.
rumi starts off by calling himself a thorn that finds itself fleeing to the softness of petals and ends with calling his beloved a bouquet of flowers in the path of love :/
