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Happy the moment when the night of separation says, "Good-night"; happy the moment when the springtide light shall give greeting.
Happy the moment when the cloud of divine grace comes in the air, from the cloud you rain pearls of grace on the desert.
This earth, which is thirstier than that black sand, shall swallow the water of life completely and make no dust.
Love has entered upon us with cups and wine; drunkenness has appeared to us from a hidden beloved.
A discourse surged like waves scattering pearls, it is necessary to silence it, since you do not let it pass into here.
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(Rumi; Mystical Poems 2, tr. by A.J. Arberry)
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