AH-Lens

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,
This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.
They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.
They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of burning passion.

- Rumi

Be melting snow, wash yourself from yourself, and let love grow in your soul, silent as a lily.

-Rumi

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Though thou pour the ocean into thy pitcher,
It can hold no more than one day's store.

The pitcher of the desire of the covetous never fills,
The oyster-shell fills not with pearls till it is content;

Only he whose garment is rent by the violence of love
Is wholly pure from covetousness and sin.

Hail to thee, then, O LOVE, sweet madness! Thou who healest all our infirmities!
Who art the physician of our pride and self-conceit!

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گر بریزی بحر را در کوزه‌ای
چند گنجد‌؟ قسمتِ یک روزه‌ای

کوزه‌ٔ چشم حریصان پر نشد
تا صدف قانع نشد پر درّ نشد

هر که را جامه ز عشقی چاک شد
او ز حرص و عیب کلّی پاک شد

شاد باش ای عشق خوش سودای ما
ای طبیبِ جمله علّت‌های ما


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