How could the soul that holds your image
Ever fade or decay? The crescent moon,
Though waning, thin and pale, begins its voyage
And grows to full perfection very soon.
#627, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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