Oh, if a tree could wander
and move with foot and wings!
It would not suffer the axe blows
and not the pain of saws!

For would the sun not wander
away in every night?
How could at every morning
the world be lighted up?

And if the ocean's water
would not rise to the sky,
How would the plants be quickened
by streams and gentle rain?

The drop that left its homeland,
the sea, and then returned?
It found an oyster waiting
and grew into a pearl

Did Yusuf not leave his father,
in grief and tears and despair?
Did he not, by such a journey,
gain kingdom and fortune wide?

Did not the Prophet travel
to far Medina, friend?
And there he found a new kingdom
and ruled a hundred lands

You lack a foot to travel?
then journey into yourself!
And like a mine of rubies
receive the sunbeams? Print!

Out of yourself? Such a journey
will lead you to yourself,
It leads to transformation
of dust into pure gold!

-Poem of Rumi-