Each day my heart drinks yet a new sweet draught
Whose pleasure makes it quite forget what,s gone.
My heart is first to sip love,s wine, then gives
A taste to me: I faint, all sense withdrawn.
#845: From Rumi's
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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