If ever again you pass my humble mound,
Stop and say, "My love, whom sorrow killed..."
From the blood-soaked field I'll cry out loud:
"You are my Joseph, who was lost and now is found."
#1483, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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