| Beloved.. No joy have I found
 in the two worlds apart from you,
 
 Many wonders I have seen:
 I have not seen a wonder like you.
 
 They say that blazing fire is the infidel's portion:
 I have seen none, save any, excluded from your fire.
 
 Often have I laid the spiritual ear at the window of the heart:
 I heard much discourse, but the lips I did not see.
 
 Of a sudden you did lavish grace upon your lover:
 I saw no cause for it but your infinite kindness.
 
 O chosen Sweetheart, O apple of mine eyes, the like of you
 Ne'er appeared in Persia , nor in Arabia have I found it.
 
 Pour out wine 'till I become a wanderer from myself;
 For in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.
 
 O you who are milk and sugar, O you who are sun and moon,
 O you who are Love and Lover, I have known no kin but you.
 
 O indestructible Love, O divine Minstrel,
 You are both stay and refuge: a name equal to you I have not found.
 
 We are pieces of steel, and your love is the magnet:
 You are the source of all aspiration, in myself I have seen none.
 
 Silence, O Dear! put learning and culture away:
 
 'Till you named culture, I knew no culture but you.
 
 ~ Rumi
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