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Night falls; but me, I can't tell night from
day.
My nights are days lit by her face as bright
as day.
O night-it's waiting still for word of her
that makes you night.
O day-study her face to learn what makes day
light.
#956: From Rumi's
Kolliyaat-e
Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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