Night falls; but me, I can't tell night from
My nights are days lit by her face as bright
O night-it's waiting still for word of her
that makes you night.
O day-study her face to learn what makes day
#956: From Rumi's
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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