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Love passed in front of me and I followed it; He turned and grabbed me like an …

Love passed in front of me and I followed it;

He turned and grabbed me like an eagle and made me his prey.

It was a gain to have been his prey,

I dove into the ocean of delights, escaped the pain.

The one for whom suffering is not a delicious dish,

It's just that he's never known the taste of this wine.

The prophets accept all suffering by relying on it,

For water never fears fire.

(Author – Rûmi ?)




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