By nightfall, dawn's memory has vanished.
When love's sincere, disgrace's fear is banished.
You cry that you've been burnt by love - don't gripe.
You're not burnt!˜You're not yet even ripe.
#551: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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