Luminous full moon, the bow of your brow
Shoots an arrow, and fills heart's cup with blood.
I ask, "This heart, this blood... what can compare?"
I take the cup of wine as she says, "There".
#903, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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