Poem of the Atoms

O day, arise!

The atoms are dancing,
overcome with ecstasy.

I'll whisper in your ear where their dance is leading them.

All the atoms in the air and in the desert know well,
 they seem insane.

Every single atom, happy...or miserable,
becomes enamoured of the sun, 

of which nothing can be said. 

Jalal ad-Din Rumi