Look how desire has changed in you,
how light and colorless it is,

with the world growing new marvels
because of your changing. Your soul

has become an invisible bee. We
don't see it working, but there's

the full honeycomb! Your body's height,
six feet or so, but your soul rises

through nine levels of sky. A barrel
corked with earth and a raw wooden

spile keeps the oldest vineyard's wine
inside. When I see you, it is not so

much your physical form, but the company
of two riders, your pure-fire devotion

and your love for the one who teaches you;
then the sun and moon on foot behind those.

-Rumi

Hmm... the Spanish poet, Antonio Machado used bees as metaphor in his work

From: Last Night

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt--marvellous error!--
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

From CLIX: Songs

V

Moon at full, moon at full
so swollen and so round
in this March night, so still
honeycomb of light
worked by bees pure white!

[ www.tonykline.co.uk/PITBR/Sp...chado.htm ]

"You are in love with me,
I shall make you perplexed.

Do not build much,
for I intend to have you in ruins.
If you build two hundred houses
in a manner that the bees do;
I shall make you as homeless as a fly.
If you are the mount Qaf in stability.
I shall make you whirl like a millstone."

I found that at www.rumi.org.uk/ , but there was no label - it's a good site and perhaps they can help you in your search