I Have Such a Teacher

I saw poverty in my dream last night, and I was overwhelmed by its goodness.  
From the beauty and perfection of poverty's grace, I was entranced until dawn.  
I saw poverty like a mine of rubies, and from its color, I wore a robe of splendor.  
I heard much of the lovers' cries, and I heard the sound of intoxication.  
I saw a circle of those intoxicated by poverty, and its circle was in my ear.  
I saw many images in the light of poverty, and I saw the image of the soul in my path.  
From within our soul, a hundred surges arose when I saw the ocean in my surge.  
The sky shouted a hundred thousand cries, "O servant, remain my herald."