Love passed in front of me and I followed it;
He turned and grabbed me like an eagle and made me his prey.
It was a gain to have been his prey,
I dove into the ocean of delights, escaped the pain.
The one for whom suffering is not a delicious dish,
It's just that he's never known the taste of this wine.
The prophets accept all suffering by relying on it,
For water never fears fire.
(Author – Rûmi ?)