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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi - Whoever Brought Me Here
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All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I`m sure of that,
and I intend to end up there. 

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I`ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I`m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth? 

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? 
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn`t come here of my own accord, and I can`t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home. 

This poetry. I never know what I`m going to say.
I don`t plan it.
When I`m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
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