A dawn with the moon

 The moon appeared in the dawn sky. It floated down, looking at me.

Then, like an eagle grabbing its prey, it grabbed me and dragged me into the sky.

Even though I tried with all my might, I couldn't see myself.

Thanks to the magic of moonlight , has melted myself into a pure soul.

In that form my wanderings take place, united in boundless light.

Then, the secret of the eternal show unfolds clearly before me.

To the nine spheres of the sky, enveloped in light.

My vehicle-soul, floating in the ocean without a shore.

Suddenly the ocean came into existence changing shape into wave after wave.

A thought arose: the image of a shape like a wave breaking on the beach.~ 

~Then everything returned to the way it was before: united in a pure soul.

This fortune in the form of a vision came from Syamsudin al-Haqq of Tabriz.

Without his generosity, no one could ride the moon or become the boundless ocean .

Source:

Jalaluddin Rumi, Divan-i Syamsi Tabriz, ghazal 649. 

Translated into English by Jontahan Star, in In the Arms of the Beloved, TCE, Penguin Group (USA), 2008.