Rumi

Oh soul, you worry too much...

Look at yourself,

what you have become.

You are now a field of sugar canes,

why show that sour face to me?

...You say that I keep you warm inside.

Then why this cold sigh?

You have gone to the roof of heavens

of this world of dust, why do you worry?

Oh soul, you worry too much.

Since you met me, you have become a master singer,

and are now a skilled wrangler,

you can untangle any knot

of life's little leash

why do you worry?

Your arms are heavy

with treasures of all kinds.

About poverty,

why do you worry?

...Oh soul, you worry too much.

You have seen your own strength.

You have seen your own beauty.

You have seen your golden wings.

Of anything less,

why do you worry?