My heart's pure essence is just this body's molded clay.
Taste this new-pressed must, these well-aged thoughts I pour.
These grains of truth I give you are the trap my heart has laid.
The voice you hear is mine, but the message is my heart's core.
#209, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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