- Listen to the reed and the tale it tells,
- how it sings of separation:
- Ever since they cut me from the reed bed,
- my wail has caused men and women to weep.
- I want a heart torn open with longing
- to share the pain of this love.
- Whoever has been parted from their source
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longs to return to that state of union.
- [Mathnawi I, 1–4]¹