My hard friend, you ask me for my heart and my gold.
The truth is, I have neither one to give.
Gold? What gold does a poor man have?
Since when does a lover have a heart left to give?
#1087, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988)..
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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