My heart forever weaves tales of your spring,
Endlessly tells the tulip fields' tidings;
It's drunk on your eyes, their dregs, their
The better to serve your lips' ruby streams.
#694: From Rumi's
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)