To Rumi
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In Thy Light I learnt to love,
in Thy Beauty to write poetry.
You dance in my breast,
where no one can see You,
but sometimes I see Thee,
and that Light becomes this art.
At the end of my life,
with only one breath left,
if Thou comest, I will rise to sing.
To Jalal al Din Muhammad Rumi in the days when he composed his wonderful “Masnavi”