ɪɾ ɪz æz ɪf ðɪs ˈɛkstəsi ɹɪzˈʌltᵻd fɹʌm spˈɪnɪŋ ˈɛndləsli ɪn ɐ sˈɜːkəl, lˈaɪk ðə wˈɜːlɪŋ dˈɜːvɪʃᵻz—ɐ ɹᵻlˈɪdʒəs ˈɔːɹdɚ, ˌɪnsɪdˈɛntəli, ðæt wʌz fˈaʊndᵻd baɪ ðə mˈɪstɪk ɹˈuːmi, wˈʌn ʌv ʃˈælɐmˌʌnz fˈeɪvɚɹᵻt pˈoʊɪts....
It is as if this ecstasy resulted from spinning endlessly in a circle, like the whirling dervishes—a religious order, incidentally, that was founded by the mystic Rumi, one of Šalamun’s favorite poets....