| In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face.
 In the taste of Sweetness
 I long to kiss your lips.
 In the shadows of passion
 I long for your love.
 
 Oh ! Supreme Lover !
 Let me leave aside my worries.
 The flowers are blooming
 with the exultation of your Spirit.
 
 By Beloved !
 I long to escape the prison of my ego
 and lose myself
 in the mountains and the desert.
 
 These sad and lonely people tire me.
 I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
 and feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.
 
 I'm sick of mortal kings
 I long to see your light
 With lamps in hand
 The sheiks and mullahs roam
 The dark alleys of these towns
 not finding what they seek.
 
 You are the Essence of the Essence,
 The intoxication of Love.
 I long to sing your praises
 but stand mute
 with the agony of wishing in my heart .
 
 ~ Rumi
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