On second reading this Rumi item feels a tad too heavy in rendering, not up to “the lightest touch” notch David Whyte once identified in good poetry. But it made me pay a revisit, so that’s something.

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival. 

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes 
As an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. 

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.