Persian Poetry of Rumi
"This house wherein continually rings the sound of the bell- staff—ask of the master what house this house is. What is this idol-form, if it is the house of the Kaaba? And what is this light of God, if it is the Magian temple? In this house is a treasure which the whole of being cannot contain; this house and this master are all a fiction and a pretence. Lay not hand upon this house, for this house is a talisman; speak not to the master, for he is drunk since last night. The dust and rubbish of this house is all ambergris and musk; the noise of the door of this house is all verse and melody. In short, whoever enters this house has found a way to the King of the world, the Solomon of the time."