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Poetry
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About Jelaluddin RumiTimeline (1207 - 1273) |
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Ah, what was there in that light-giving candle that it set fire to the heart, and snatched the heart away?
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Ah, what was there in that light-giving candle that it set fire to the heart, and snatched the heart away?
You who have set fire to my heart, I am consumed, O friend; come quickly, quickly! The form of the heart is not a created form, for the beauty of God manifested itself from the cheek of the heart. I have no succour save in his sugar, I have no profit save in his lip. Remember him who one dawn released this heart of mine from the chain of your tress. My soul, the first time I saw you my soul heard something from your soul. When my heart drank water from your fountain it drowned in you, and the torrent snatched me away.
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