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Слушать(AI)Ghazal of Rumi
I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.
The power of love came into me,and I became fierce like a lion,then tender like the evening star.
He said, ‘You’re not mad enough.
You don’t belong in this house.’I went wild and had to be tied up.
He said, ‘Still not wild enoughto stay with us!’I broke through another layerinto joyfulness.
He said, ‘Its not enough.’I died.
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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I was dead, then alive Weeping, then laughing The power of love came into me,and I became fierce like a lion,then tender like the evening star He said, ‘You’re not mad enough
In the End
In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing but a house And this grand life of mine was nothing but an excuse You've been hearing my story so patiently for a Now hear this: it was nothing but a fairy tale
Not Intrigued With Evening
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There is a life-force within your soul
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