Curses fall from your lips, and the moon smiles.
Those curses come from rubies forged in fire.
Curse again, your words caress my heart
Like a breeze that stirs the petals of a flower.
#691, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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