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 Ù†Ùيرم مرد Ùˆ زن ناليده اند kaz nayistan tÄ marÄ bobrÄ«deʾand dar nafÄ«ram mard o…
I want a breast torn, torn by separation That I may explain the pain of ardent longing سینه خواهم شرØÙ‡ شرØÙ‡ از Ùراق تا بگویم Ø´Ø±Ø Ø¯Ø±Ø¯ اشتیاق sine khÄham sharhe sharhe az ferÄgh tÄ 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 Øكايت مى كن از جداييها شكايت مي كند bishnu az nay chun hikÄyat mÄ«…