Your love has prepared a feast for me;
Reason came and sat in a corner;
The wine was laughing in the cup,
The jug was crying tears of blood.
The wine, archer of joy,
Has pierced the bird of sorrow with its arrows.
-- Ode (Ghazal) 508
Breathing Truth - Quotations from Jalaluddin Rumi
Selected and Translated by Muriel Maufroy
Sanyar Press - London, 1997
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