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All June I bound the rose in sheaves
Now, rose by rose,
I strip the

They shut the road through the
Seventy years ago
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never

Women is strange
You take my tip;
I'm wise
I know enough to know I'll never

A maiden sat at her window wide,
Pretty enough for a Prince's bride,
Yet nobody came to claim her
She sat like a beautiful picture there,

Who knows the way to wonderland
Oh,
I know,
Oh,

Just a little every day—That's the way
Seeds in darkness swell and grow,
Tiny blades push through the snow;
Never any flower of

I bring ye love
ES
What will love do
NS

In highest way of heav'n the Sun did ride,
Progressing then from fair twins' golden place:
Having no scarf of clouds before his face,
But shining forth of heat in his chief pride;

The way that lovers use is this;
They bow, catch hands, with never a word,
And their lips meet, and they do kiss, — So I have heard
They queerly find some healing so,

The lover whose soul shaken
In some decuman billow of bliss,
Who feels his gradual-wading
Sink in some sudden hollow of sweet,

'My brother
' spake she to the sun;  The kindred kisses of the
Were hers; her feet were set upon  The moon
If slumber solved the

There is a way between voice and presencewhere information flows
In disciplined silence it opens
With wandering talk it closes
Excerpt from the translations of Rumi by Coleman Barks