Harken to this Reed forlorn,
Breathing ever since 'twas torn
From it's rushy bed, a strain
Of impassioned love and pain.
The secret of my song, though near,
None can see and none can hear.
Oh, for a friend to know the sign
And mingle all his soul with mine!
'Tis the flame of Love that fired me,
'Tis the wine of Love inspired me.
Woulds't thou learn how lovers bleed,
Harken! Harken to the Reed! .¸¸.•*`*•.✽
Breathing ever since 'twas torn
From it's rushy bed, a strain
Of impassioned love and pain.
The secret of my song, though near,
None can see and none can hear.
Oh, for a friend to know the sign
And mingle all his soul with mine!
'Tis the flame of Love that fired me,
'Tis the wine of Love inspired me.
Woulds't thou learn how lovers bleed,
Harken! Harken to the Reed! .¸¸.•*`*•.✽
Translated by Reynold A. Nicholson
from the Masnavi~
of Moulana Jalalud'din Rumi ~
from the Masnavi~
of Moulana Jalalud'din Rumi ~
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