When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

Rumi
Profession: Poet
Nationality: Persian

Some suggestions for you :
Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.
God's jealousy's* the cause—what can one do! Which heart by His love wasn't torn in two!
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.
You are not one you are a thousand. Just light your lantern.