• The Lover is ever drunk with Love. He is mad. She is free. He sings with delight. She dances in ecstasy. Caught by our own thoughts, we worry about everything. But once we get drunk on that Love Whatever will be, will be.

    Rumi: The Lover is ever drunk with Love. 
 He is mad. She is free. 
 He sings with delight. She dances in ecstasy. 
 Caught by our own thoughts, we worry about everything. 
 But once we get drunk on that Love 
 Whatever will be, will be.