Sufi Poem

In 18th august, it was my saint day, someone given away me a book, a sufi poems book.
I found this poem.



I am dust particles sunlight.
I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, "stay".
To the sun, 'keep moving'.

I am the morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am the wind in the top of the grove
and surf on the cliff.

Mast, rudder, helmsman and keel,
I am the coral reef they founder on.

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.

Silence,
thought
and voice.

The musical air coming thought a flute,
a spark of stone, a flickering in metal.
Both candle and the moth crazy around it
Rose... and the nighttengale lost in the fragance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary inteligence, the lift and the falling away.

What is and what isn't it.

You who know jelalludin,
you the one in all, say who I am
Say I am you.