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It's morning. With my cup of wine in hand

I fall and rise and, drunk, again I fall.

Beside her cypress tall, I am low, small,

Soon nothing. There's nothing but her at all.

#165: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).

Translated by Zara Houshmand
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