Lost to be founded.

So, tell me, aren't we all simply lost, found only when our beloved sun of Tabriz sees the mad poet within us?
 Isn't that when the fire ignites in our veins, as two heartbeats join to sing in one melody, and two souls dance round and round to the music of the moon, cosmos and all those before and beyond us? 
Oh beloved, round and round it all goes; the earth, the love of a seeker and the knowledge of a wanderer. 
-U.J