Beat the drum! Follow the minstrels of the city.

It's a day of renewal 

when every young woman

walks boldly on the path of love.

Had everyone sought God 

Instead of crumbs and copper coins, 

They would not be sitting on the edge of the moat

in darkness and regret. 

What kind of gossip-house

have you opened in our city?

Close your lips 

and shine on the world like loving sunlight.

Shine like the Sun of Tabriz rising in the East.

Shine like the star of victory!

Shine like the whole universe!

~ Beloved Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved ~

translated by Jonathan Star "