It is said in the Ruba'iyat:

Oh daylight, rise! atoms are dancing

The souls, lost in ecstasy, are dancing

To your ear, I will tell you where the dance will take you.

All the atoms in the air and in the desert,

Let it be known, are like madmen.

Each atom, happy or miserable,

Is in love with the Sun of which we can say nothing.

Eva de Vitray-Meyerovitch