I grasp at your feet, I won't let you go.
Your love hurts my heart; whose cure should I seek?
You taunt me; you say that my heart runs dry.
If so, then why does it flow from my eyes?
#239: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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