Rumi

Your likeness in the abode of illusion
Is the likeness of the seller of ice in Nishapur.
In the heat of July he places before him the block of ice
But no buyer is there, and this man is a dervish.

The block of ice has melted in the heat, and the man

With pained heart and bitter regret

Laments with tears flowing from his eyes

Only a little remains, and no buyer is left