" O lovers, lovers it is time

to set out from the world.

I hear a drum in my soul's ear

coming from the depths of the stars.

Our camel driver is at work;

the caravan is being readied.

He asks that we forgive him

for the disturbance he has caused us,

He asks why we travelers are asleep.

Everywhere the murmur of departure;

the stars, like candles

thrust at us from behind blue veils,

and as if to make the invisible plain,

a wondrous people have come forth. "

― Rumi