It's morning. With my cup of wine in hand
I fall and rise and, drunk, again I fall.
Beside her cypress tall, I am low, small,
Soon nothing. There's nothing but her at all.
#165: From Rumi's
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)