The nightingale comes to the garden, no more the crow.
Light of my eyes, to the garden with you I will go.
Like lilies, like roses, we'll open out in blossom,
And we, like water running through gardens, will flow.
#1055, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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The Life Teachings and Poetry of Jalal al-Din Rumi
By Frankin D. Lewis
By Coleman Barks (Translator)