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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi - O You Who`ve gone on Pilgrimage
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O you who`ve gone on pilgrimage -
              where are you, where, oh where?
Here, here is the Beloved!
              Oh come now, come, oh come!
Your friend, he is your neighbor,
             he is next to your wall -
You, erring in the desert - 
              what air of love is this?
If you`d see the Beloved`s
              form without any form -
You are the house, the master,
              You are the Kaaba, you! . . .
Where is a bunch of roses,
              if you would be this garden?
Where, one soul`s pearly essence
              when you`re the Sea of God?
That`s true - and yet your troubles
              may turn to treasures rich -
How sad that you yourself veil
              the treasure that is yours!
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