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When I look at my lover, she blushes.

When I don't, my own heart is drained of blood.

The stars shine bright in the tears on her cheeks.

Without that light, my own tears turn to mud.

# 584, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).

Translated by Zara Houshmand
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