In truth, there never was an end.Almost eight hundred years later, the spirits of Shams and Rumi are still alive today,whirling amid us somewhere...
In truth, there never was an end.
Almost eight hundred years later, the spirits of Shams and Rumi are still alive today,
whirling amid us somewhere...
Come, come, whoever you are Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times Come, yet again, come, come.
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