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01 أكتوبر 2016

المثنوي

The Song of the Reed,” at the beginning of Rumi’sMasnavi

Now listen to this reed-flute’s deep lament
About the heartache being apart has meant:
Since from the reed-bed they uprooted me
My song’s expressed each human’s agony,
A breast which separation’s split in two
Is what I seek, to share this pain with you:
When kept from their true origin, all yearn
For union on the day they can return.

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