Translations on this page from the books, The Essential Rumi by
Coleman Barks with John Moyne, and The Glance and The Soul of
Rumi by Coleman Barks. The Self We Share   Thirst is angry with
water. Hunger bitter  with bread.The cave wants nothing to do
 with the sun. This is dumb, the self-  defeating way we've
been. A gold mine is  calling us into its temple. Instead, we
bend and keep picking up rocks from the  ground. Every thing has
a shine like gold, but we should turn to the source! The  origin
is what we truly are. I add a little vinegar to the honey I
give. The bite of  scolding makes ecstasy more familiar. But
look, fish, you're already in the ocean:  just swimming there
makes you friends with glory. What are these grudges about? You
are Benjamin. Joseph has put a gold cup in your grain sack and
accused you of being  a thief. Now he draws you aside and says,
"You are my brother. I am a prayer. You're   the amen." We move
in eternal regions, yet worry about property here. This is the
prayer of each: 