Hearken to this Reed forlorn,
Breathing, even since ‘twas torn
From its rushy bed, a strain
Of impassioned love and pain
“The secret of my song, though near,
None can see and none can hear.
Oh, for a friend to know the sign
And mingle all his soul with mine!
‘Tis the flame of Love that fired me,
‘Tis the wine of Love inspired me.
Woudst thou learn how lovers bleed,
Hearken, hearken to the Reed!”
--- Jalaluddin Rumi---

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M Junaid said...

Rumi says ....Someone sits wakeful through the dark night, thinking of some way to find the day. Though they do not
know how to get there, still, in waiting for daylight, the day approaches.

beautiful hey

Zahira said...

Rumi is Rumi = Beautiful

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