Solomon tells you, “listen to the language of the birds!” * You are a snare and the birds flee from you. Go! Become a nest! Become a nest!گوید سلیمان مر تو را بشنو لسان الطیر را * دامی…
Ever since they cut me from the reed-bed Men and women have cried at my wail كز نيستان تا مرا ببريده اند در نفيرم مرد و زن ناليده اند kaz nayistan tā marā bobrīdeʾand dar nafīram mard o…
I want a breast torn, torn by separation That I may explain the pain of ardent longing سینه خواهم شرحه شرحه از فراق تا بگویم شرح درد اشتیاق sine khāham sharhe sharhe az ferāgh tā beguyam sharh-e dard-e…
. The opening lines of Rumi’s Masnavi: . Listen to the reed as it tells a tale Complaining of separations بشنو از نى چون حكايت مى كن از جداييها شكايت مي كند bishnu az nay chun hikāyat mī…