Rumi Aside 07/12/13 Amin Leave a comment My friend, this body is His lute. He tightens the strings and plays its songs. If the strings break and the pegs work loose, this lute, made of dust, returns to dust. Kabir says: Nobody else can wake from it that heavenly music. Rumi Man Ray, Violon d’Ingres, 1924 Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)