The water said to the dirty one, “Come here.”
The dirty one said, “I am too ashamed.”
The water replied, “How will your shame be washed away without me?
Raise your words, not voice.
It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Death has nothing to do with going away.The sun sets
The moon sets
But they are not gone.
RUMI
The dirty one said, “I am too ashamed.”
The water replied, “How will your shame be washed away without me?
Raise your words, not voice.
It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Death has nothing to do with going away.The sun sets
The moon sets
But they are not gone.
RUMI