O Rumi, master of the path

Of love, unending these sweet

Melodies that long ago poured

Out in unceasing streams…

 

O heart who shall now mend

You from your febrile state.

Galenic soothsayers prescribed

Analgesic but the eternal beloved

Demanded complete submission.

 

This blood-red wine turns crapulence

Into sobriety; sulleness into unbridled

Gaiety….

 

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