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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi - When I am asleep and crumbling in the tombMewlana Jalaluddin Rumi - When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb
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When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb, should you come to visit me, I will come forth with speed. You are for me the blast of the trumpet and the resurrection, so what shall I do? Dead or living, wherever you are, there am I. Without your lip I am a frozen and silent reed; what melodies I play the moment you breathe on my reed! Your wretched reed has become accustomed to your sugar lip; remember wretched me, for I am seeking you. When I do not find the moon of your countenance, I bind up my head [veil myself in your mourning]; when I do not find your sweet lip, gnaw my own hand.
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