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Слушать(AI)Until Youve Found Pain
Until you've found pain, you won't reach the
Until you've given up life, you won't unite with the supreme
Until you've found fire inside yourself, like the Friend,
You won't reach the spring of life, like Khezr.
Excerpt from Rumi, 'Thief of Sleep' translated by by Shahram Shiva
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian poet, faqih, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi my
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