Rumi quatrain, #547 Foruzanfar

When I think of you, my heart begins to race,
And eyes trickle tears of blood down my face.
When news of the beloved friend arrives,
My mad heart flees the body for an embrace!

note: Rumi fell into agony when his master, Shams, disappeared.

یاد تو کنم دلم طپیدن گیرد
خونابه ز دیدگان چکیدن گیرد
هرچه خبر دوست رسیدن گیرد
بیچاره دلم ز تن پریدن گیرد





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