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When your love and my joy conspire to spill my blood My soul flies from the cage that shapes this human mud. He's a godless infidel who has the chance to taste The sin of your sweet lips, and lives on, chaste. #766, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi Translated by Zara Houshmand RECOMMENDED Rumi:
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