Oh master, say what bird I am!
Not a partridge, nor a falcon,
Nor am I good, nor am I foul,
Nor am I this, nor am I that.
Nor the nightingale in the garden,
Nor the great lord of the souk.
Oh master, do give me a name,
A name by which to call myself.
Reference: Love: The Joy That Wounds The Love Poems of RUMI.
