April 10th, 2003 by Hafiz Noor Shams
Rumi’s Mathnawi.
Beautiful piece of work.
From love, bitter things become sweet,
From love, copper becomes gold,
From love, the dregs become pure,
From love, pains become medicine,
From love, the dead are made alive,
From love, kings are made slaves…
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