Cradle My Heart

Last night,
  I was lying on the rooftop,
  thinking of you.
  I saw a special Star,
     and summoned her to take you a message. 
I prostrated myself to the Star
   and asked her to take my prostration 
  to that Sun of Tabriz.
   So that with his light, he can turn 
   my dark stones into gold.
I opened my chest and showed her my scars, 
   I told her to bring me news
 of my bloodthirsty Lover.
As I waited,
   I paced back and forth, 
 until the child of my heart became quiet.
 The child slept, as if I were rocking his cradle. 
Oh Beloved, give milk to the infant of the heart,
   and don't hold us from our turning. 
 You have cared for hundreds, 
  don't let it stop with me now.
At the end, the town of unity is the place for the heart. 
  Why do you keep this bewildered heart 
   in the town of dissolution?
I have gone speechless, but to rid myself 
  of this dry mood,
 oh Saaqhi, pass the narcissus of the wine.

From: 'Hush Don't Say Anything to God: Passionate Poems of Rumi' Translated by Sharam Shiva

 Taken from a treasure of Rumi poetry at a UK website called Allspirit  - Beautiful.