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My moon, without you I wept like a cloud. Without you, I'm wounded, worn out and lonely. Banished from life, to sit here without you, I've died of the shame of living without you. #1556, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi Translated by Zara Houshmand RECOMMENDED Rumi:
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