When my lost and wretched heart sees your face
Again that heart comes home to its own place.
Should all life pass and not one breath remain,
If she came back, the past would live again.
#644: 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)