This is one of my favorite poems of Rumi. Maulana is at his best in conveying his melancholic and distressed state of mind in this very personal and heartfelt poem. Rumi's is simply letting all his frustrations out, and just ignoring any and all regards for the often painstakingly managed poetic rhyming formulas and methods of classical Persian poetry. Reading in between the lines, one can clearly sense Rumi's profound sadness, frustrations, and the ever growing pain of longing. Rumi's unorthodox, even revolutionary, poetic style of repeating the same line "I'm also this I'm also that" at the end of his poem is simply ground breaking. One can hardly find a Persian poet who could match Rumi's bold and deliberate challenging of the established writing style of classical or modern Persian poetry.