Celebration
This Rumi poem turns to spring colors:
من آفتاب انورم خوش پردهها را بردرم
من نوبهارم آمدم تا خارها را برکنم
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Oh, lovers, the darkness of winter
is melting away
I look upon your face
and I become the spring newness
I breathe life into flowers
And thorns shrink away from
my passionate kisses
I am the roar of the sun
taring away the veil of illusion
The mundane is sacred now
It is time to celebrate!
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