Rumi quatrain, #614 Foruzanfar

Often has heart run after her, to no avail;
All desire, fresh and old, gambled- to no avail.
Desperate, caged in chest’s corner, with cunning
Plays all its arts and wiles, but to no avail.

دل از پی دلدار بسی تاخت و نشد
هر خشک و تری که داشت در باخت و نشد
بیچاره بکنج سینه بنشسته بمکر
هر حیله و فن که داشت پرداخت و نشد

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