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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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