In the End

By Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing

  but a house.

And this grand life of mine was nothing but an excuse.

You've been hearing my story so patiently for a lifetime

Now hear this: it was nothing but a fairy tale.

Excerpt from Rumi, 'Thief of Sleep' translated by by Shahram Shiva