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 Ùˆ زن ناليده اند ‏kaz nayistan tā marā 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 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 mÄ«…