Book1 Prologue (Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems)
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,Lamenting its banishment from its home:'Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,My ...
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,Lamenting its banishment from its home:'Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,My ...
This we have nowis not imagination.This is notgrief or joy.Not a judging state,or an elation,or sadness.Those come and go.This is ...
The Khalifa said to Laila, "Art thou really she For whom Majnun lost his head and went distracted? Thou art ...
Last night my soul cried, "O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly. "Without ...
My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of ...
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