O lovers! O lovers! I turn dust into jewel.

O musicians! I fill your instruments with gold.

O thirsty ones, I shall be the water-bearer today;

And I turn this dry dusty land into paradise, into the river Kawsar.

O lonely ones, relief has come!

I turn everyone afflicted with sadness into a king.

O the elixir, look at me! 

For I turn a hundred convents into mosques,

a hundred gallows into pulpits.

O unbelievers, I shall release you all;

For I am in full command, I give faith and I take it away.

Rumi_Divan 1374:1-5