This Rumi poem turns to spring colors:

من آفتاب انورم خوش پرده‌ها را بردرم

من نوبهارم آمدم تا خارها را برکنم


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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