My moon, without you I wept like a cloud.
Without you, I'm wounded, worn out and lonely.
Banished from life, to sit here without you,
I've died of the shame of living without you.
#1556, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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