Why does this dark sorrow blindly entwine my heart?
Is it blind, or does it see blindness in me?
I am in the heights of the sky.
This clay and water body of mine is merely my reflection.
Who could look at a star in the water
and think they could just reach out and take it?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1290, page 191.