A perfect love, a heart-thief, a beauty--
My heart speaks and yet my tongue is mute.
It's rare, it's strange, it's a mystery:
Pure water flows beside me; still I'm thirsty.
#1099: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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