A Seed Named Love

I am no lion
to overpower my enemies.
Winning over myself
if I can,
is enough.
Though I'm of lowly earth
since I nourish a seed
named love,
I'll grow
lilies of the field.
When I'm pitch-black
lamenting separation,
I know for sure
I will break through
spreading light on the dark night.
I am on fire inside
since I want to rise
like smoke through my cell.
I am a child
whose teacher is love.
Surely my master
won't let me grow
to be a fool.

Jalāl al-Dīn Rumi