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Whether you feel divine or earthly love,

ultimately we’re destined for above.

To capture love whatever words I say

Make me ashamed when love arrives my way,

While explanation sometimes makes things clear

True love through silence one can hear:

The pen would smoothly write the things it knew

But when it came to love it split in two.

Extracts from “The healing of the sick slave girl”, Rumî.

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