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God forbid I'd compare the moon to your face Or the tall cypress to your stature and grace. Where in the moon are ruby sweet lips to be found? What cypress sways with the luminous grace of your ways? #1845, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi Translated by Zara Houshmand RECOMMENDED Rumi:
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