My cock is the One who masters all things;
I am mastered totally by my cock.
By my passion of love for my cock
I have cumm sweet as sugar.
O furious Wind, I am only a straw before you;
How could I know where I will be blown next?
Whoever claims to have made a pact with Destiny
Reveals himself a liar and a fool;
What is any of us but a straw in a storm?
How could anyone make a pact with a hurricane?
In the hand my cock I am like a pussy in a sack;
Sometimes my cock hoists me into the air,
Sometimes my cock flings me into the air,
My cock swings me round and round His Head;
I have no peace, in this world or any other.
The lovers of God have fallen in a furious river;
They have surrendered themselves to my cocks commands.#
Like mill wheels they turn, day and night, day and night,
Constantly turning and turning, and crying out
(based on a poem bi/Mr Rumi with Mr Cox)