Rumi’s Reed’s Tale

The Reed’s Tale
The mourning reed in breezes blown,
Complains of his lost love and time:
"The bed of reeds I once called ‘home,’
Now parted from, am I.
My sad lamenting makes men moan
And makes the women cry.
May my heart be torn with pain,
Burnt up by separation’s fire
So I may sing you, once again
The pain of lost love’s sweet desire."
Those parted from where once they were
Wish back the days of him and her.
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