What is the soul?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? 

I cannot stop asking.

If I could taste one sip of an answer,

I could break out of this prison for drunks.

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.

Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home. 

Rumi

Cine priveste prin ochii mei? Ce este sufletul?

Ma intreb in mod constant.

Daca as putea primi un mic raspuns

As putea sa evadez din aceasta inchisoare pentru cei beti.

Nu am venit aici cu acordul meu, si nu pot sa plec in felul acesta.

Oricine e cel ce m-a adus aici, va trebui sa ma duca acasa.

Rumi