O lovers! O lovers! I have lost my cup!
I have tasted the wine that does not fit into cups. I am drunk with the wine of Love , inform the prosecutor
I have brought him and you some of that wine to taste! I have brought him and you some of that wine to taste!
O king of the truthful! have you ever seen and impostor like me?
With your lively servants I am alive, With the dead ones I am dead!
With heart-ravishing beauties, beauties, I am in bloom like a flower bush
With cold-hearted deniers I am dispassionate like the autumn.
~ Rumi Divan 1371:1-4 Translated by Fatemeh Keshavarz, 'Reading Mystical Lyric: The Case of Jalal al-Din Rumi', University of South Carolina Press, 1998
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