Your memory, sweet, is the source of my joy.
Your fire, oh moon, is a storehouse of warmth.
Whenever happiness bolts from my mind
You snare it back, tame, with your lovely wild hair.
# 1573, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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The Life Teachings and Poetry of Jalal al-Din Rumi
By Frankin D. Lewis
By Coleman Barks (Translator)