Rumi says: Everyone is sleeping and I counted the stars until morning, but I did not sleep. Let me say that the sleep has gone from my eyes so much that it will not come back. you know why ? Because my dream drank the poison of your separation and died. I wish you would come to visit me and make a salve for the tired eyes of someone who has entrusted his heart to you
همه خفتند و من دلشده را خواب نبرد
همه شب دیده من بر فلک استاره شمرد
خوابم از دیده چنان رفت که هرگز ناید
خواب من زهر فراق تو بنوشید و بمرد
چه شود گر ز ملاقات دوایی سازی
خستهای را که دل و دیده به دست تو سپرد
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