Rumi says: “We race hotly after the lover, but when the lover comes, we are absent. You are like a shadow in love with the sun. When the intensity of light appears, you vanish.”
Alas, Rumi, my friend, you are correct!
I tried to meet my dearest friend
with a caring and unabiding heart,
but found her ‘like a shadow in love with the sun.’
Rather than face my fatherly gaze
my friend sought the safety of nursemaids.
My only hope is that she will not vanish!
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