Rumi, Sufi warrior

I am (only) the house of your beloved,
not the beloved (herself):
true love is for the treasure,
not for the coffer (that contains it).
The (real) beloved is that one who is unique,
who is your beginning and end.
When you find him,
you will not remain in expectation(of anything else):
he is both the manifest and also the mystery.
He is the lord of states of feeling,
not dependent on any state;
month and year are slaves to that Moon.
When he bids the "state,"
it does his bidding;
when he wills,he makes body (become) spirit.
Mathnawi III, 1417-1424