بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

Listen to the flute, how it pleads and sings
Listen to the Sorrows of the flute as if laments it says,
"Oh people from the time i have been cut from the farm and made into a flute i have sought a return to my place of origin
And yet none has pondered within the depths of my sorrow;
Everyone has held me to their mouths and blown into me, in a state of joy, in a state of greif;
Yet none has pondered into the grief contained within my voice

Adapted from Rumis first poem in the Mathanawi