you fly up quickly
like a fledgling not thinking of the ground.
When you feel asinine qualities in you,
no matter how hard you try to do otherwise,
you will head toward the stable.
The mouse is not despicable for its form,
which is a helpless victim to birds of prey,
the mouse who loves dark places and cheese
and pistachio nuts and syrup.
But when the white falcon
has the inner nature of a mouse
it is a disgrace to all animals.
– Rumi, Jalal al-Din, from his poem Those You Are With, translated by John Moyne and Coleman Barks, in Open Secret: Versions of Rumi, Threshold Books, Putney VT, 1984, p. 80