How thirsty I am to see you, God knows.
But when I see you, the thirst only grows.
I'm a slave to those lips, that ruby flood;
That's why the whole world thirsts after my
blood.
#1649: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e
Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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