Of these two thousand of selves,
Oh I wonder, who am I?

You are the essence, who am I?
Nothing but a mirror in your hand.

Whatever you display, I shall become that.
I am your faithful mirror.

Without you, even when I pick a beautiful rose,
the only thing that I gain is just its thorns.

But when I am with you, even when I am full of thorns,
I am the flower, I am the rose.

You are the candle that lights the whole world,
Who am I?
An empty vessel for your light.

― Translated excerpts from a Rumi’s poem