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Came spring, and the garden made me blossom
And bloomed itself, displayed at my demand.
When it handed me luck's cup and poured it
deep,
I laid my head down, drunk, and fell asleep.
#1172: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e
Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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