Verse 2404 Masnavi 3, Jelaluddin Rumi
The window of my soul opens fresh in delight
As letters from God arrive without an agent
From the heavenly mine, letters,
Rain and light pour through the house
Ah, what inferno is the house devoid of windows
The essence of faith, O creature is making a window
Come and cease wielding your axe or other craft
Begin to wield the axe to carve a window, yes!
Lest you do not know that the light of the sun
Is the picture of the sun released from within
Or you see the light merely as animals do
What then is “I bless you” and I am Human?
I am like the sun, drowned within the light
I know not how to distinguish myself from the light