Saturday, 16 June 2018

By love - a poem by Rumi

By love, bitter things are made sweet,
And copper turns to gold.
By love, the sediment becomes clear,
And torment is removed.

By love, the dead are made to live,
By love, the sovereign is made a slave.
This love is the fruit of knowledge,
When did folly sit on a throne like this?

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